Lament's For Olasunkanmi

I'm wise hoping to be wiser I'm creative begging to be exploited I have it all In a land of neglect killing minds with a toast to corruption I came naked not with a naked mind creativity sleeps in my mind Ideology marvels in my brain begging to be flogged and picked down the stairs it goes, in a land of weed I'm yearning pleading to be heard hostility fertile on my ground obscurants camp in my hut blowing the whistle of life careless the way it sounds to the detriment of my home.