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PETTY-ROLL by Oki Kehinde Julius

hungry kegs goes unfilled
at a fast food where pump splashes fluid.
barrel starved to fast the length of ramadan
after jew’s wednesday had been burnt into ashes.
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angry feet gnashing her teeth
on a long queue that attends to few
sunny fierce burning the skin
splashing rainy lashes on outer meat…
.
pulling pushing on pointing rows
metaphoring staggers of a fumbling drunkard
buyer raining frailty curses
on the forehead of fuel attendant
chanting wailing nemesis tales
on the looters of our govern-hen
.
petrol litres differs from erst-while
prices costing centuries of naira
faces painted like a ripened coal of fire
singing hopeful lullabies to cajole away masses worry…
.
our father’s land, fathered the well of crude oil
our mother earth, mothered the springing pool of petroleum
our bastard sons pierced the line pipes with dagger of vandalisation
our naughty daughters fetches them with a selfish bowl of scarcity.
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bikes and cars tearing the tears of famine
engine’s oesophagus thirsty, amidst the dearth of oil scarcity
inflation banging the drum of expensivity on the nation’s goods and commodities
forcing the empire’s swiping feet, to dance to its percussioned bitter tune.
.
woe to the milky tongue of drought
that suck-dried the sweety candy of our ember fluid
enough of all this saga movie scenes of insufficiency
dramatically acted amidst the reservoir location that founts crude fuels.

PETTY-ROLL by Oki Kehinde Julius

PETTY-ROLL by Oki Kehinde Julius

Author: Oki Kehinde Julius

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