EVANS OH EVANS!!! - Biyatife

Our nights have grown so blue-black dark
Devoid of the tranquil inflicting priest-white moon
And the sweet soulful scents of sane silence
Now we hear the acrid aching anguish
Of unbaritone yet hurting, ugly human-like voices
Springing From the fence-Everest four yards away
Like the curious cat, we felinely climbed for Everest
But the barbwire-crowned summit’s ever impregnable
So we fall like tortoise with no ants to lay our bricks
Fence- Everest has become our street deity
Dreadfully enigmatic!

And even our days have grown so shiningly blur
Making the sun into a round aged fool
Incapable of revealing the heinous hardwork of human vultures
Who magnet off both old and young from the streets
And suck their loved ones of their hard-earned wealth
In devilry exchange of cash and corpse
Like the ancient tale of the serpent and woman
Leaving her victims cursed with claustrophobia and paranoia
And the never-fading scar of preyhood
The world wonders why we wail so much
Yet all we can say is Evans oh Evans!

Evans oh Evans!
The benevolently malevolent African Jack-Robinson
Who makes the world into a humorous hourglass
Dripping from the rich and feeding the rich-stung poor
Your seeds shall ever sing your praise chants
For you were to them the Jesus they could see
But hey!
Your vultured victims also shall see no sound sleep
Till you fall into the minefield of snares and the table turns
Like the times of Anini, and Oyenusi, and their cohorts
Who like you do, ruled their globes with vile and terror

Hello, Evans oh Evans
Your protégés have grown so cold in the heart
For they disregard your legacy and filch our kids
Our lovely little litluns, who fear even the dark
Yet they are thrown into the den of your Fence-Everest!
Help us, Evans!
For a child not grows deaf to his Yeye Abiamo’s call
And you are the hen, and they the chicks
But there you are, drinking and dancing with your preys
In Agbada, Danshiki, and Suits, and the National Maze for walking sticks
Did the cat and the rat suddenly become friends?
Or the Hawk and the chick now put arms on each other’s shoulders?
Indeed the maize’s predator lives just beneath its buttocks

The cock yawns with strength, and crows the sun out of its den
With great alacrity, the sun heeds the beckon call of the cock
And maybe this day the sun shall regain its youth
Paoo! Paoo! - Shrrrrr....
The gun’s nosy, noisy flames cough us up to wake
And reach for our window pane in rat-like fashion
And there we see the almighty fence-Everest on its knees
In humbled submission to fate and karma all in one
And our street’s Osama in cuffs and his eyes blooded
The den, now becomes cage for unroyal spiders and rodent
And the street now knows some peace
For no longer shall we wail
Evans oh Evans!

Na so Evans don famous reach!!! lalasticlala

Vivos:
Na so Evans don famous reach!!!
lalasticlala

Abi o, the man suppose collect award this year self