Poetry

March 22, 2019 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

AFP photo

 

By

Abdulbasit Yusuff

 

 

 

Songs Of The Policeman

 

 

Mr. Driver

Why does your face become as distorted

As our rumpled khaki uniforms

When we wave at you to stop and step out?

 

Mr. Driver

We work hours round the clock save for nighttime

Doing our job and the Road Safety Officer’s

Checking licenses and inspecting trunks

 

Mr. Driver

Can you not see we are friends of the poor?

Flashy cars don’t enjoy such privilege

We don’t wave at them to stop

Let alone make small talk with them

 

Don’t we deserve to demand a token?

For all the extra work and service?

 

Mr. Driver,

Don’t judge us by our appearance

We may be dressed in all-black

But our heart shines white with valor

 

Oh you poor and struggling taxi driver

Why do you cling stubbornly

To your meager daily earnings?

Where’s your faith, driver? Haven’t you heard?

That he that spends from the little of his purse

Shall have his purse replenished in folds?

 

 

 

 

 

Of Tarantulas And Internet

 

 

Stuck in the (world wide) web

Spun by this tarantula

Dressed in the exoskeleton

Of a harmless room spider

 

Crawled in with eyes open

Marveling at this appealing trap

That glistened like silk

The same silk of my curtain

 

Slowly I let my guard down

And take off the garment of my manners

 

The internet, like the tarantula, bites

And its venom intoxicates

And like a man suffering tarantism

I am forced to dance like a maniac

 

Before the eye of the public

 

 

 

 

 

Abdulbasit Yusuff

Yusuff Abdulbasit is a budding 20-year old Nigerian writer. He was born in Kogi State but was raised in the Federal Capital Territory. He sometimes uses the pseudonym “Abu Harith”. He studied Science Laboratory Technology at the Federal Polytechnic, Bida and is a lover of poetry, football and popular culture.

Editor review

0 Comments

No Comments Yet!

You can be first to comment this post!

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.