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CHANGE by OYEDOKUN IBUKUN PENAWD

Day84
#365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge



"Citizens of this notable nation
Cry of your needs we have heard
Cripple shall walk; lame shall run
Change! that's what we need"

Humble persuasion of the sweet tongue
'Hat-less' 'lead-ass' recited dynamism like poetry
Head over heels; change has changed our agog
Head in the clouds is the society.

Asshole rock of pacesetter
Abode of abnormal change
All is trade by barter
A thing or two is a victim of change.

Nitwit we must have been
Never asked what manner of change
Negative or positive Ampicillin?
Newly adoption of waveless sage.

Gallant resources of the past
Growing down to be valueless like refuse
Gluttonous greediness of 'politrickcians'
Go to pot; they have changed our uplift.

Editor in chief to emperor in cheat
Ex gratia we hardly have to survive in the society
Ego and superego; did you put in pit?
Every amenities are elusive like morality.

(STANZAIC ACROSTIC)



OYEDOKUN IBUKUN PENAWD is a 'vocal-ink' poet, playwright and prolific writer.

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