O foolish bin

Oh foolish bin
Whose mouth accommodate things
From the stretch of men
Whence you be wise
To spill their dirts in their homes
Rejecting their milky pants
In thy face
Arise! let thy soft thunder strike
Thou worthy net-shaped beast
have you no shame?
Taking remnants from
the graves of men.
God forbid, if you had mouth
You might even plead
for more of their diamonds.
I appreciate your foolishness
Your foolishness has lend us mortals
A house of safe
Which would have had my settlement dominated by filthy legless insects swimming out of the well
dug by my own self

MO. and Ahmed Yinusa

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About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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