**** KOWOPE KEMISONU ******
On the streets of Lasgidi
My feet drink in the dew of dawn
And these words like a pestle
Pound the mortar of my mind.
KOWOPE KEMISONU
A porridge of our flesh cooked in the gilded flames of
currency.
For poxy pay packet, My Pikin made pikins sickin,
pikins sickin? pikins sickin! pale pikins pail kickin.
Monsantoed meals make moles, mounds and mountains.
Oh my!
Moles, mounds and mountains on man's meaty machines.
Flesh frozen for ages, fried over fires for the feasting,
barbecues for bachelors, bobos, babes and belewus.
Gangsters and gbovos, giggling and guzzling ganja in gin.
Hoping to grab the monkeytail!
Mister Men moulds Marie and Joanna into Mary and Jane,
Counts cash and carry cigarettes, cigars, coughs and
cancers.
Jostling at the junction, jazzed junkies jiggling jugs
at big boys buying bazz and booze.
Along the alleys, Askaris and armedrobbers attacking and
arresting
neophytes and night owls, novices and nincompoops.
Many, more, much money must be made.
Loads of lives lost.
As long as,
KOWOPE, KEMISONU!
Written by KUNLE OMOPE.
Photo from google.com
*KOWOPE KEMISONU- Profit must be maximised at the expense of
human lives.
*Pikins- little children.
*My Pikin-a pediatric medicine.
*Monkey tail- a brew-cannabis in spirit.
*Bobo- a lad
*Belewu-scarlet woman
Photo from google.
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