Iwofe this is not fair
A child of circumstance
Born without fun fare
Lacking a fatherly maintenance
Abandoned, Forsaken, Rejected?
Yet surrounded by multi- uncles
Moguls, Bigwigs, Selected- elected
But bed-ridden with countless wrinkles.
Iwofe it is unfair
That your tears never dry up
Looking like a place of warfare
With unstoppable hiccups
Upland turned riverine
Automobiles now ferries
Sending fear down people’s spines
Blessed with much worries.
Iwofe do prepare
Cos the Cloud is about to cry
And your condition- despair
No time to ask why
In this deteriorating state
I solicit your help
You can change my fate
From this environmental rape!
Beloyal R. Eze
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