As the anguished eyes of the economy
Looks up to the weight of the barrels
So do we wait for the end of the recession
Yonder away from it we wish
Just as the Pounds sashay away from the Naira
And the Dollar like a leper treats the Naira
And high as the mountains rise
So do contemptible prices soar with wings
Daily this plate gives more space
For the worth of a fill
The grains are becoming countable
So I sort this canteen again
And I was served
It isn’t the season of war
Not yet at least
I couldn’t cry
Neither could ask her to take it back
For the grace of Trump was in charge
Oliver Twist counseled
I was an adored retailer
The pride of life won’t let me
I had paid for hunger
It was too sorrowful for me.
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