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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