CHILD OF THE WORLD | PAPA AY

Your Father is Pastor

Your Mother is a Deaconess

But your ways are far from this two

Jan 1, the only day you visit Church

Your Father is Hafiz

Your Mother is Hafizoh

You even go to Modrasha

But you have totally departed from the teaching

Few months before you gained admission

You are so innocent

Mummy's pet you are called

Only to get to school and join the bad gang

At your 17th birthday, you are a novice of sex

Yet to clock 19, but now a doyen

You forgot the parental teaching

Remember, you are still a teenager

Fendi, Off White, are your dreams

Looking good in chemeleonic attires you aspire

All your investment are gucci, givenchy

You became a captive of cotton & wool

                                

For the love of IPhone 8, You sold your pride

Now it's iPhone X, Your pant is gone

Tomorrow when iPhone Z get launched

What will be the price?

Your mother uses a room with 3 siblings

But you reside at Banana Island

Sheraton is your temporary abode

One day, you will remember your origin

You are overfed, they are malnourished

Crawling wealth is your alias

But they live in abject poverty

Adieu to your money

You killed papa for the Benz

Just to ride to Quilox with the girls

You became mentally unstable

Looking tattered on the street in designer rag

Your friend is now riding your Benz

And your girls are now with your friend

They ride and flex with your Benz.

Now, what is your gain?

You became a Child of the World

Because of the things of the World

Things you will leave in this World

When you pack from this World.

ABOUT THE POET

Hassan Saheed is a student of Federal Polytechnic Offa, department of Mass Communication. He’s a poetas well as a motivational writer.

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