Government Pikin
Gayly he brisk-walks
Be it the scorching burning sun
Or the vexing pouring rain.
A juggernaut in his little twisted mind
His mobile ghana must go home
Hanging jokingly on his shoulder
Oblivious to the world around him
Smiling daintily or muttering foolishlym
Exposing days or even weeks of unwashed teeth
The ones who think they're alright
Stand aloof and judge with their senses
Omo ijoba they call him.
Chase him away from their stalls
When he comes to beg for pure water.
Hide their children from him
When he makes funny faces at them
But they never do realize that
We're all government pikins
In our own twisted little minds.
Copyright © Etooluwa Atere | Year Posted 2014
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