You may fight the wobes
Just remember their harlot mothers
Left them no better trade
I pity those little girls
Born into the culture of prostitution
You may blame the 419ers
Just remember their potbellied fathers
Left them with no options
I cry for the race of men
Born into the culture of corruption
Judge the desperate youth
I really don't care about your books of law
Liars drafted them in the first place
In case you care to know
Those wasting away in your cell are happier
Than we, the citizens of your hell
Just tell me when next is election
I will vote the thieves out
For a better criminal
To prolong the age of poverty
And sustain the legacy of profiteers
© Olatuja Oloyede
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