“Oooh! Save us from old wines”
He once
headed the council of chiefs
Together
they became a gang of thieves
Pilfering
the commonwealth
Eating the
gains and drinking the peoples sweat
By time and
chance they became ousted
And the
community witnessed some rest
Many;
thinking they had accepted their wrongs of acute misdemeanor,
Went on
honeymoon spree.
Alas!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Gbenga, kiku
and the rest erupts from their hiding tunnel,
Stretching
forth fingers to the air trying to make atonement
Even baba
sanjo secretly manipulates
He just
can’t get his hands off the national chocolate
Every four
365, the brethren keeps buying new skins
Hoping to pour
in new wine
But the
vendor betrays,
He still
secretly brings in the expired wines
And somewhat
mixes it with some drop of new ones
But when the
assumed new wine gets into the belly
Some aches
starts telling
But the
belly owner tells the belly to bear,
That the
aches’ only got another four 365 to stay there
Some bellies
and the owners submit to death,
Some submit
to bear,
But all in all;
a Man called the greatest
Says; least
ye keep pouring old wines into new skins and they keep bursting
Pour new
wines into new skins and preserve them
Oooh
brethren rise up to the call and separate the old from the new
Lest our skins
keeps tearing.
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