We fell here as drunkards our eyes heard her cry
we once fell here as politicians our mouth praised our self
our ears heard gossip and rumour
we later fell here and what we felt was not pain but pleasure
what robbed our T-shirts and agbada gidi wasnt nude but corruption
we have once fall into decades of silence our fate shake the earth
our skirts and rappers tour apart
we once fell here as business men our soul was fill with selfishness, our mouth was filled with enticing words and lies
yes we once fell here as robbers we heard this notions no development, no job, how can a monkey survive without banana and our eyes became red and scary as we drank Chelsea
we have once fell here as widows and the homeless we were reject by the society
some by our family
we were miss quoted
sleeping down ompadec street, where the rich lay so they can see our face but all to know avail
we fell here once as the dead.
some left there to stink and decay.
while others swell in the cold room day by day.
what is our take?
where is our voice?
what can we say?
for humanity have term to make life unpleasant for us
By:
Beryl Rem
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