Poet Akinwale Peace
The sun shines brightly at night for the wicked
They perpetrate their works and people kick buckets.
The moon gives light to darkness and it appears glows,
Man standards based on positives gloss.
Incorrectly right- standards.
The saints should indulge in corruption,
Padding is just a legal action.
Harvesting corn where rice was planted
The heart itself is another mixed planet.
Mixed wrong and right use-standard.
I see the beauty of the sky as they lie,
Worry and anxiety sting like bees and bite.
When will rain fall in our dry weather's night?
Cock roars and lions fright.
Wrong and right word- standard,
To the west,east,north and south
Our tears and shout go so loud,
It all came back to us with a frown
Like a cheetah loose a race with the tortoise.
The officials laid their crowns and threw us caps.