Naija Post-Mortem Before New Beginning

There is hunger in my belly
My brain a vacuity of skill
As much as I willed to have one
My beautiful mind maybe a devil's workshop
No stimulus from the State to aid me
With trembling feet ply the street
Though I may falter, yet find shelter in the rain and shed scorching sun
Not only the commuters feel the scarcity of Oil
Even worst beggars,
Even token earned by sympathy
Their struggle able men augment with
At least a little succour is better than none
But look at me
A time bomb, no one to diffuse me
Everyone taking up his cross
Even if the crippled would not walk
He might be trampled by life....
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