Victor Ernest Osong Poet Lyric

At 58

I am 58
I was forced to three wives
That always feed on hate.
My offspring are millions of lives
Only united in sharing my cakes.

I am 58
I can't feed my children at my age
No, their elected elders won't let me to
Despite the plenty, they are left with little.

I am 58
Once a pride now a disgrace
Greed of few turn my honour to shame
Oh, my offsprings are disowning me everyday
From their quest for greener pastures, they return to me in chains.

I am 58
Every first of October they gather to celebrate me
Then abandon my dirts to beautify my competitors'
At my age, I am still a dumping ground; a land of generators.

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