Second Class Citizen - by Sakariyau Abdul Azeez


Emaciated bones shivering l
In my abode street
Along pyton and voluptuous beast comrades
Everyone avoids my path
Like a bullet anthem; bloodshed gory
What a stiffening indignantly
A pariah in my clime
Alas! the cosmos l carry.

O you hard hearts
Whose planted on my head
The Tree of penury
Plunging the incessant misery
Like a never ending fruit
Chameleon my kismet
In new shape of your choosing
Subjugated l;but hope l have
In the second sphere
Where harvested l my sweat labour
Where the truth me revealed
Along new cream company class.

(lnspired by Sola Owonibi In Homeless Not Hopeless)
       

                          

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