Guilt From No House Built
In Nigeria demands some guilt
You’d lived and never a house built;
More forgivable one did strive
But at last could not a car drive.
You have to God leave out of this:
You know among your friends what you miss.
In my country we keep flashing guilt
For huts we’d planned but had not built
Day by day in the mirror wilt,
When dead turns faster into silt…
Mansion ensures one’s names don’t wilt:
Keep living after you’d turned dust…
So, for a house, not women lust.
You let the quest grow into Must’
And it cause to explode like Gust!
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