Camped

CAMPED

 I am from a corn-tree
where people are divided into three
yet, ethnicity is seen as salvation.
he alone will get us away from molestation

The youth are dying every minute
for their loyalty in exchange for peanuts.
no one is here to RISE TO COMPATRIOT.
yet they make us think they are patriots

We deviate from norms
Just to face more harms
From the so-called leaders
Who are cheaters

You and I are in bondage
Since our voices have been held, hostage
In our fathers land
No one dares demand or stand,
against those who feed us one congo of rice
Since our emotions have been played like a dice

Alas! One day I hope we have a story to tell
To that unborn seed of how we fell.
©Fawass Olalekan Adelabu

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