MY HOME: Poem About Nigeria

My home is a jungle;
Only the fittest survive.
The lowly receive jungle justice
But the High Places are a haven for thieves.

My home is a jungle:
Like the famous 'Animal  Farm' only certain species of animals rule:
Some are alligaors; others are monkeys.
For some their species is yet discovered. No! Not dogs or pigs! In the past, it was ruled by non-vegetarian vegetables.

My home is a jungle:
Where leaders walk the streets; fly the skies
Just to showcase their *agbero-gene and foreign *agbada to women in  'menopause.'
Their goal is freedom from the press and critics of light.

My home is a jungle:
Where these 'guys' dance in customised regalia
Like a liberated lunatic
And pose in photographs with doctored papers.

My house is a jungle:
And the behaviour of its inhabitants and custodians depicts the same:
Some days chambers are bloody over sugar, like stray dogs.
Exposing the foes that disguise as friends.

My home is a jungle:
Most times *okpa is more important than human lives! Yes!
And some days 'who knows whom'
While some days *alibarika prevails.

My home is a jungle:
Always running like a banana republic;
Perhaps call it a poultry farm.
Nobody really cares even as the truth stares.
The impoverished dispossessed have succumbed to hopeless fate!

Welcome to my home:
A haven of criminals;
A poultry farm;
A banana republic!;

Notes: *agbero-gene: a new word formed from a yoruba word 'agbero' (urchin)  and 'gene.'
           *agbada - a large, Northern Nigeria wealthy regalia worn by men (esp. by politicians).
          *okpa -a kind of local, Nigerian bread made of white beans.
           *alibarika - a form of Northern Nigeria greeting by people of close affinity

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