Rotten grass is food
to a starving man,
(he’ll even steal to survive) as
a rioting belly knows no shame,(and)
an ‘un-food-filled’ one, fears no rebuke.
A woman in labour has no regard
for funerals and solemn rites.
She needs her help and wants it now.
She’ll scream for it and doesn’t care
if the doctor’s busy on (his) duty
making children with his wife.
Like this dying man scrambles for air
scribbling dire words with his blood.
He wants to live, (so) he wants you now.
(c) Tolu’ Akinyemi
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