Logor Olumuyiwa
By
Ògbeni Làgbàyí
unease
all is calm,
it unsettles me.
to and fro people move
with nonchalant ease,
traffic is in no hurry
to its destination,
police demand no tax
from roaring beasts
screeching on tarred paths.
I grow tense
with this building
ease.
power refuses to go
out,
gadget tariffs are low,
food stuff exchange in kobo.
i fear
for this ongoing ease.
no tussle for seats to the death,
amenities given to masses’ delight;
the nation advances in all ways.
my breath ceases
in this state of anomie
the nation finds itself.
can it ever be this way?
it is calm,
my mind is chaotic.
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