MARIAM ALAYANDE

Hmmm *coughs*, I’m a god here, Right here, I am, there are others like me, But I’m one of the most powerful, *sooobbssss* But here I lay on bare sand, With no shelter over my head, *coughs* Am dying, and they don’t care, Rags I wear as clothe, While they shine in their Versace clothing, *takes deep breath* They let sun bathe me and the rains wash me, Yet I made those ingrates what they are, I soak their land with riches, Nurture them with wisdom, Without me they wouldn’t be there, *cleans tears from cheeks* God sent I am, But they have chosen to be ‘fingered’ by Lucifer, Ogun- god of iron, is doing his part, The children under us have been rendered wisdom less, Some have even met death, All because of them, *tries to stand but falls back* Dying of thirst I am, But still they use tanks of wine to wash their hands, Right before my face, *coughs harder* I’m sick, I’m crying, I’m bleeding and I’m pleading, For their future is at stake, The god of iron...

Frustration and anger, Aint pals, Off the clif can they both drive you, Frustration can drive you to tears, Anger will keep them till its gone, Frustration will break you beyond fixing, Anger will strengthen your madness, Frustration will make you weak but awake, Anger will make you strong and stupid, Frustration and anger, Are demons with wings, Conquering isn’t impossible, These demons just come out of nowhere, Frustration will make you seek death, Anger will make you help death, Frustration and anger, In hell their palace lies, Its your choice to rot with them, Or throw them into the pit of hell.