What is this satisfaction I see in your eyes
When they cluster around your feet
That feet that grow from the colony of stolen treasury
To beg for the crumbs crumbling from the jaws of your dogs
They lick clean your ass
They get free drops from the dreg of selfish wine
What use is this human pride anyway?
What use is the human pride
When you can't fight the termites of the grave
That king that makes the skull of man his throne
Will one day have a slave spit over his corpse
You may not know how hunger feels like
But you don't need that look of pride on your face
Because they are beggars around your feet
The beast I have seen in men
The frail fingers of humanity can't fight
A man came knocking on my neighbors door
His shoulders are broken with western degrees
The insults you see oozing from his mouth
Are springs from the fountain of foolishness in his brain
Too much book can make man mad
After splashing dirt on the rags of the homeless
They speak grammar to scare any protest
The rich, the wise, the learned
Upon the alter of sincerity I stand
May the Lord forgive this wickedness
Which history can never forget
© Olatuja Oloyede
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