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IT'S THAT TIME AGAIN, WISE UP



He cringed
As one in deep pain
Yes he was in pain
Pangs of hunger
Had a good crunch on him
Cos the black tinted SUV
Whose sliding glass
At his point
Every sunrise
Was a meal ticket
For the day
Took a different route
To make him miss his ‘benevolence’
Appreciate more his 'kind gesture'
Like one who won a jackpot
The next time he slides
In a land with much
So much to go round

But when he’s told
You deserve more
Than the crumbs
Thrown to you
That sliding glass
Has in it no good for you
Than the fragments
Given to you
Like an outcast
In your own land
He yells furiously
Ready for fight

When he's told 
What they do
Make rights privileges
Make life tough
Make it stiffer
Let them grind
Even roast
Let them thirst
Give them drops
Some sort of succor 
They will dance
And celebrate
Then become supporters
He throws a punch

When will these scales
drop off
So we can see
What is dividing us
What is destroying us

Wise up
No better time than now
To get it right
All Rights Reserved © Stella C. Obokoh 2018





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