Best Naira Poems
OGUNLABI OLAJIDE YUSUF - NativePen 001
TIME OF THOUGHT- Lost
DATE OF THOUGHT-Lost
Naira
Most sought after Naira is now in her gone glory
The beggar despise her even on the street of her Country
Oh! who is gonna rescue her?
Like a rag, her ten borns surfers
The foreign currencies are now loved more than before
Anyone to rescue Naira out there.
One thousand naira
For one thousand dreams
One thousand hopes
Punctured by one thousand spears
For one thousand naira
One thousand faces
Queued up in one thousand war-ds
For one thousand reasons
One thousand holes grace our thatch-full thatches
Where endless rain and peeping sun cuddle our tattered
mats
One thousands holes rest upon our busy roads
Where we trade and death raids
One thousand naira
For another thousand pains?
Or
One thousand changes?
They've paid
We've bought
Affliction fiercely force foreigners out of the nation ..
Citizen set sight to the sovereign one above..
The ones on earth becomes earthworms eating our happiness and paying it with extreme hardship..
Their heart is ganished with fallacy..
Things becomes stale
Redesiged of naira note knocked down citizens to their knees, the current status with sadness to all ..
Means of exchange becomes unexchangeable..
You can't trade with your own money..
No currency in circulation..
The situation is a sign not to sink to their sinful scoops ..
Chaos in Nigeria to Nigerians, naira inoperable..
Lamentations and lack with shortages..
Commodity sold out not.. community cursed with conflicts..
Common man commune with costly chastisement..
Gnashing of teeth to the nation..
Needles to the throats without a Voice just void..
Politians can't vouch for themselves no more..
They campaign with their camp corrupted..
Their corruptible tongue utter only fallacy..
All parties pathway lead to doom to the dying nation...
No saviour to save the saddest nation...
Politics is a mind games to make money and invest in family's name and neglect National plea..
We are just a shackles in the sacks of solitudes...
We are just slaves in our own land without services to served..
We are just Sheeps without a shepherd ...
We are Pupils without a qualified teacher to teach..
All the candidates are without the criteria to cast out the casket caused by the rulling party...
We're ruled by incompetent ageing general..
The incomings don't deserve our sweat to vote..
The same boat boarded them all...
Our Voices is void to their visionary..
We are just but valuable to their cause..
So life continue to be harder...
We hide in shambles in our shade..
Our shadows walk us not..
Its been disposed for it can't find our feet nor postures..
We walk the path with the unrighteous in power..
The elite light their lights to the layman..
To lay his arrow and bow to their cause..
So their cause consumed all with their corruptions..
And now!! Our country is conflicted without a cure.....
Naira
Naira
OGUNLABI OLAJIDE YUSUF - NativePen
TIME OF THOUGHT- 12:45am
DATE OF THOUGHT-8/05)2019
Naira
Oh Naira !!
Gone are the days of your radiant gleam
Now a tattered fabric, torn at the seam.
Most sought after Naira is now in her gone glory
Oh, Naira, once mighty and bold, In your story, a somber tale is told.
Beggars on streets, disdain in their eyes,
A currency weakened, to everyone's surprise.
Oh! who is gonna rescue her?
Like a rag, her eight borns surfers in your weakened grip
The foreign currencies are now loved more than before
Anyone to rescue Naira out there?
A plea echoes, as your value takes a dip.
The way forward is toning down our excessive love for foreign currencies
I went to the bank to deposit my money,
It was really a huge some of money to behold
And; is not met to be hang at home pricelessly.
But the receiving cashier said no more cashbook,
I stood, another come and go with a brown envelop
Given to the cashier in a black face of my standing.
I didnit understand their transaction but I look on
Yet, I stood like a lost puppy in confusion.
Another with a huge sum like mine came and
There was a cash book for him to deposit his money.
Later, he dropped a brown envelop again to the lady,
She smile marvelously at this good fortunes.
I asked again to be given receipt because taken the
Money back home would be against my grain.
She smiled and told me that I reallt know what to do,
But I really don't know what to do and how to do it.
I don't understand the language she was talking about.
In the culture of corruption, the language of transaction Is not supposed to be understandable easily.
She looked quizzically at me sensing my foolishness,
I stood like a goat at the banking hall, others come and go dropping many brown- brown Envelops and
They were humbly and respected attended to.
I waited and see another as foolish as I am,
He was not only foolish but sturborn too at the sight of the dubious situation.
It seems one need to be ready to pay money in order
To pay money into government treasury.
We stood, stood still until the massage of corruption sunk into our empty skulls then, we got an envelop and o as they have done; we dropped it on the table for her lunch.
She then smiled and opened her drawer
And pulled out a cash book for us, new ones.
This happens in the government house
This happens in the educational sectors
This happens in churches, elections,
The language of money takes toil on us
Breaking righteousness; the language of corruption
That is the language of our Naira.
I went to the bank to deposit my money,
It was really a huge some of money to behold
And; is not met to be hang at home pricelessly.
But the receiving cashier said no more cashbook,
I stood, another come and go with a brown envelop
Given to the cashier in a black face of my standing.
I didnit understand their transaction but I look on
Yet, I stood like a lost puppy in confusion.
Another with a huge sum like mine came and
There was a cash book for him to deposit his money.
Later, he dropped a brown envelop again to the lady,
She smile marvelously at this good fortunes.
I asked again to be given receipt because taken the
Money back home would be against my grain.
She smiled and told me that I reallt know what to do,
But I really don't know what to do and how to do it.
I don't understand the language she was talking about.
In the culture of corruption, the language of transaction Is not supposed to be understandable easily.
She looked quizzically at me sensing my foolishness,
I stood like a goat at the banking hall, others come and go dropping many brown- brown Envelops and
They were humbly and respected attended to.
I waited and see another as foolish as I am,
He was not only foolish but sturborn too at the sight of the dubious situation.
It seems one need to be ready to pay money in order
To pay money into government treasury.
We stood, stood still until the massage of corruption sunk into our empty skulls then, we got an envelop and o as they have done; we dropped it on the table for her lunch.
She then smiled and opened her drawer
And pulled out a cash book for us, new ones.
This happens in the government house
This happens in the educational sectors
This happens in churches, elections,
The language of money takes toil on us
Breaking righteousness; the language of corruption
That is the language of our Naira.