CONTEMPORARY IDEALS-BY BADA YUSUFF AMOO
It
is not
But
a contemporary ideal
Naked
chest behind smokes
Courteously
arranging firewoods
With
romantic fingers
Nowhere
is absolute as home
The
braves host a communion
For
wives and children
The
home has its differences
With
each shoulder of responsibilities
At
our home
If
a child could hold a hoe
He
owns his farm
And
leaves the house chore
For
others to feast
Over
the sea
Our
statues were made
Contrary
to our image
And
when we finally encountered
We
do not tell the differences
Though
we cannot close eye
To
tell another’s mind
The
symbol of a secret life
But
home is home
Family
extirpates single’s things
Our
home
Nothing
has even die
They
expound behind our consciousness
Only
for us to look back
To
see whom we are
And
if we cannot look
Time
climbs on our days
Grey
climbs on our hair
Society
climbs on our virtues
Contemporary
ideals climb aplomb
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