A Migrant's Cry Poem by Asaolu Abayomi

I saw them come
I saw them cry
Bitter was their shame
Fluids in them dry
How tortured they were
Their spiritless gear

How sweet their narration
How good they lived
Not long their action
Paining they were deceived
Fear gripped them
Mock we them

Alas we mocked we
Home they go
Messed are we
Still in a row
Them we sought
In our trap we were caught

They see us come
They see us crying
Bitter is our shame
Fluids in us drying
Tortured are we
Spiritless are we

We left pain
Pain for painkiller
Fire burnt us in a rain
Painkiller turned man killer
Away we can't
Going back we can't....