Agile Bone Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

Come over
Oh little in skin but giant in heart
As I make a Clarion call
On that which tint the ear

Your great work
Is made manifest in all ages
As none can outturn
That which is laid in your strength

The glory of the young lies in their strength

A true tale from ages
This the ego of the foes do lay
As nothing could come out of their Jerusalem
For their joy embrace

When being weak and lame
To do that which is in turn.
Sweet odes are made
Making you dwell in everlasting dream

You're the future of tomorrow

While their prodigals are enthroned
To take their stead
Hope your itching ear
Is not turned to my words?

And your mind is not craft in hate of them
Life is worth to live
As no birth is made to waste
Have you been to the prophet

For the next phase?
Let not your reply be no
As those in default are in celebration of gnashing
In-depth joy should be the basis of survival

When it's lost,
Switch to one that craves for it
Survival is not in essence
The genesis to be enslaved
Not as the landmark being made by the political I.T.T.

Alas

My back is itchy as that in labour
Not that in birth but of that
Which affects the agile
Masturbation, drugs abuse,

Sexual harassment, indecency,
Cultism, thuggery, cyber crime
And all which stand against
Natural Justice, equity and good conscience

Know the Lord in the days of your youth
It's not an admission but an order
Put away that which kills the time
As tick tock says the clock

And invest in all that last for life eternal
Nation building, inventories,
Research, humanitarianism
With these your name is gold

Not as the slave masters at our elm of affairs.