CORN TREE, Poetry by: Habib Akewusola & Habeeb Whyte

WILDsound Festival

Genre: Society


By: Habib Akewusola & Habeeb Whyte

Framing riot,
Impunity on display
Well dressed scarecrow or idols.

Nothing changes
Just faces on currency
Just smiles on fiction

Forced unity,
Forced livelihood amidst agony
Germination of multiple fertile seeds
On a soil I never own nor farm on.

He breaths, for free,
Whose fighting for we?
Albeit, we gave him freedom

Institute of korrupt
By force avenging a curse,
Lick my feet!
The uncommanded commander beckons,
My brother, endure, or you comot, shikena..

Media doesn’t sleep.
As korrupt fights back,
Tricks, venue a battle field,
Casualty are her avid readers
Dead is a believer.
Hope is buried.

So did my corn tree,
Never sight shores of a fertile island
She never grew to glory
The farming masters deemed so….

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