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