I Know it funny that I should be reviewing a poem as old as this. But I think you should just take a look at this Poem.
In a time where we still have to worry about racism abroad, The Avengers by our home states, the fulani herdsmen, Boko Horam and Cultism at our back Yards....
Not my business by NiYi Osundare, always sends a chill down my spine.
When I think of this poem, it not only reminds me of the Ugly Abacha Regime, But of Hitler and His quest for the annihilation of the Jews, every dictatorial rule and every Way A Man has often tried to inflict Wickedness on his Fellow man.
Then I decide that In my own little Way, I would make a positive difference in my world.
As Albert Einstein's quote goes, "We owe it to the world to appreciate the peace we have today by making our world a better place than we met it."
Speak up for good,anywhere, everywhere in your own little way. Don't turn a blind eye.
Not My Business by NiYi Osundare
They Picked Akani Up one Morning
Beat him Up like soft Clay
And stuffed him down the belly
Of a waiting Jeep
What business of mine is it
So long they don't take the yam
From my savoring mouth?
They came one night
Booted the whole house Awake
and dragged Danladi out,
then off to a lengthy silence
What business of mine is it
So long they don't take the yam
From my savoring mouth?
In a time where we still have to worry about racism abroad, The Avengers by our home states, the fulani herdsmen, Boko Horam and Cultism at our back Yards....
Not my business by NiYi Osundare, always sends a chill down my spine.
When I think of this poem, it not only reminds me of the Ugly Abacha Regime, But of Hitler and His quest for the annihilation of the Jews, every dictatorial rule and every Way A Man has often tried to inflict Wickedness on his Fellow man.
Then I decide that In my own little Way, I would make a positive difference in my world.
As Albert Einstein's quote goes, "We owe it to the world to appreciate the peace we have today by making our world a better place than we met it."
Speak up for good,anywhere, everywhere in your own little way. Don't turn a blind eye.
Not My Business by NiYi Osundare
They Picked Akani Up one Morning
Beat him Up like soft Clay
And stuffed him down the belly
Of a waiting Jeep
What business of mine is it
So long they don't take the yam
From my savoring mouth?
They came one night
Booted the whole house Awake
and dragged Danladi out,
then off to a lengthy silence
What business of mine is it
So long they don't take the yam
From my savoring mouth?
Chinwe went to work one day
Only to find her Job was gone
No query, no warning, no probe-
Just one neat sack for a stainless record
What business of mine is it
So long they don't take the yam
From my savoring mouth?
And then one evening
As I sat down to eat my yam
A knock on the door froze my hungry hand
The Jeep was waiting on my bewildered lawn
Waiting, waiting in its usual silence.
Please comment would be welcomed on what you think of this poem...
So long they don't take the yam
From my savoring mouth?
And then one evening
As I sat down to eat my yam
A knock on the door froze my hungry hand
The Jeep was waiting on my bewildered lawn
Waiting, waiting in its usual silence.
Please comment would be welcomed on what you think of this poem...
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