POEM – HARVEST OF URINE

In the harvest of urine
We went as lords
and came back as dogs
With odorous liquid from our wives

In the harvest of urine
We took our revenge
Like PlayStation dummies
Controlled by Infants

In the harvest of urine
At our harvest party
We were taught by them
Women are not up to men

In the harvest of urine
We planted curses;
Curses from our belly
On our future lords

In the harvest of urine
Underlined by our foolishness
The wages of their sin
Will be suffered by all

Adeyemi Peter Olaoluwa

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