'The Bank'

Written by: Opeyemi Oluwafemi Adebayo

With history profusely we are gathered
Dispensable to the frenzy of power
For bright morrow a few is withdrawn
Seen, though to full length but yet at brim

Though carefully scattered in columns
In rows of lies we are kept
Like the whirlwind promises are released
A pendulum about we are made pawns of

Though the lake flows yet the lilies wither
As the drainage of nectar off the leaves-
Causes end in the produce of honey
Yet trees are felled to create a bush

But this to what, to the end of wants
Like wild cats homes are made as forest
Pouncing on every deer at sight freely
Hmm! The bank, safe store for the predators