THE BURGLARS OF FLESH- TIJANI SUCCESS OLADOTUN


Late! Late!! Late!!!

Oh, the time is late!
The days resist us when we are there
Then exacerbate by high calibre of them

Gone! Gone!! Gone!!
Oh, is mum gone?
With taped mouth under the chair
Where will our joy come from
From above or that of beneath?

Oh dad, where have you gone
That our house is being burgled by them, the burglars of flesh?
Come home,your daughter is waiting
Like that of Messiah
Brother is now cracking in a cubicle
Like a coconut under the sun

Brother, come and save your sister
But rope is a resistor to him
Cock runs after hen
To play or to joke with one another?

Dog runs after dog
Smelling the yansh for sweet savour
"We are not interested in this
Let fire come down like d days of Elijah"
Screaming, shouting and yawning

Dad, the buglars are no more
Flummoxing with raider on me
Mum was Amber Rose, brother was Joseph
The buglar of flesh tried to take blood out my laps
But pantaloons have being a help

And parasol of Messiah is with us
Mum, come back and explain to dad
The burglars have gone to rest
I'm here free and fineTalk to brother and dad
Yet a dirge was sung for her.

© TIJANI SUCCESS OLADOTUN
  #SENATOR DEE


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