A BENT REVIEW: INSURRECTION
A BENT REVIEW: INSURRECTION
Had rent on the coin of their mind
Played them well to toil their mind
Would've hid'n a nut so was it bent ?
Could've sold them a remedy for their ment'
Just got told was not all they meant
Mette parsin ordered a weight
To mete out a shilling that fuels
At the plunge of a jungle called lounge
Zombies to collect wotowoto saige
At rest was the best human found; there was!
Ordered! Yet got no penny but paid
Tis' was a show like a cancer- canker!
That bite to milk all mine away from well
Yet left the well smiling in her dryness
Whose fault? The pecked, fetched or fetter?
Called thine lawyer; to act, served thee
Bit upon bit soaked thine ribbon in reed
To fasten thee to thine yoke but burdens
Beaten but shalt thou not heap a cry
As thine taskmasters watch bye like warlords
Tilt to thine valley of pleasure, to no sight seen
Visit thine vine dresser to no taste of liquor
Abysmal to the Hades of all that never satisfy
Yet quench not but furnace thine toil to a gloomy brim
At thine confusion, thou clap for the clapse of thine oppressors
When wilt thou wake from thine slumber
Till when will a ransom be held for a rise
To fist that never surrender to tyrant gladiator
To brain ever conscious, impervious to perils
Will thou only wake to stupor no more, oh dude!
Think of now to then
Think of then to now
Think of now to there
Think about there in the future
The future you're about to sell out?
You may not be in the future to reap
You may only have a taste of what's like
At a grip foretold since all of donkey ages
At the loin so tight where it's outcomes pain
Just think and think it over to take back your land!
Copyright © Taiwo Temitope Philip | Year Posted 2024
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