She Belongs To the Other Room

The hailings in the coridor of corruption to the echoes of silence in the streets Sirens whispering tales of wars marines marching on looted lots Justice is strangled by corrupt claws Listen to the thunderstorm of civil lies Masses keep mute in the well of woes dreaming of dead democratic dividends Ghosts pay the piper in Abuja malls Poor traders dance naked in Alaba markets The mother hen crows in the mourning Our golden eggs are in one battered basket... Strangers preen in the pomp of power Danger sleeps on the lawn of loyal lies Listen to the tales of ego from the west He beats his chest with his tied claws Echoes of error ran the errand quickly gushing out of the gutter of grandiosity... He belongs to nobody and picks nobody Somebody actually belongs to somebody I do not know the poultry she belongs His living room and kitchen are his choice She is confined to care, clean and cook... Why bury the glow of the golden egg washing down the wealth in her womb? Why rock heaven's roof with tantrums? She is not just the bed sinner of your world but the queen of all golden layers and players even if she belongs to the other room.