I have seen governments come and go.
Also, vultures and weaverbirds.
Truly, I have seen wolves
in sheep apparel
Right here on this plain
of surging storm.
What you see is what you get.
I have seen dying seas
Seen plenty harvests and drought.
Yes, I have seen giant towers
in ruin, Here on this train
of eclectic tracks.
Can’t you see what I am seeing?
I have seen oily days slip
into oblivion; Seen poverty in
the midst of abundance.
Indeed, I have seen euphoria
ladden in tragedy, right her
On this mane of cruel tackles.
Oh, these my eyes are hitching!
I have seen sanity molesting insanity
at the site of extant life.
Also, seen young men and women
fritter way uneaarned goodwill
in a furnace of burning greed;
Here, on this bane of running battles.
Hmm! And this is no sight-seeing!
I have seen palaces and orphanages
peopled with homelessness.
Indeed, I have seen death and –
Right here on this ageing continent.
So what next do I need to see?
I could see something bright and
See lively hopes and scope.
Hey, I could see abundant grains
and wheat soon out of –
This horizon rise. VF.
By Joseph Ojo to Babatunde Fashola, BFHS, ’77/78 set, 5c, Momah House.