BLAME SOCIETY

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For all, if life was easy at Ajegunle
Then my brothers wouldn't be spraying bullet,
For all, if life was easy like those of Bourdillon
Maybe my sisters wouldn't be selling their body on,
If I wasn't born with a silver spoon, shouldn't I snatch one from a dosing deity?
Poke not my errs, blame the society so dirty.

That I may live, to leave I broke my shell
Who drew these lines on my palm, I can't tell,
Gone ago, was adolescent with a mind of Dove
Fed with a long spoon of harmony and love,
Now the smooth earth bleached a new face
My choice dangles on seeking its latest phase.

In this city, “no love" is the crowned word
My white mind impels me against the world,
I've strived in getting the comb to have a taste of honey
But it seems the Lion has swallowed the money,
With friendly enemies I daily have my meal
My shadow, my intimate, in dark; it leaves me.

In my dream, I held a strong tower of intuition
But I opened my eyes to behold a peg on my desired institution,
The truth has no cloth in here, only lies flaunts its royalty robe
Legs combat to possess position behind Bad, whilst Good has no hope,
Well did of yesterday attracted me a rough reward
Do not blame me today, I need an award.

For all, if life was easy in Ajegunle
Then my brothers wouldn't have been spraying bullet,
For all, if life was easy like those of Bourdillon
Maybe my sisters wouldn't be selling their body on,
If I wasn't born with a silver spoon, shouldn't I snatch one from a dosing deity?
Poke not my errs, blame the society so dirty.


#PsalmsInk
#BlameSociety
#From_A_Fraustrated_Mind

© Samuel O. Ogunyinka, (Psalmist).

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