And Unfriendly Note To Grist Poem by Kayode Orogbemi

To the grist of good old days
The one with a head and many eyes
The older grist of my young days
The one who had promised never to die.

So coporate with a suit and a wrapper;
A 'buba' cap and shoes as big as boats
A copacetic smile and a contracted aura
To many and all it has been 'the big coat'

To the augury's of old
The seer of one great future
Who had seen a tallest grist in african poetry
We had hoped him take the wheels and drive us straight into em dreams
But now lives as though there was never a dream.

To the magny's and the crowned few
Who had survived the battle field and fled for their lifes
Nihilarians'' who have gone beyond borders in search of better life
Now dancing to the drums of old age forgetting their young cub.

To the ignorant plenty
Who have fallen and have not learned to gallantly rise
Who had broken the chain and gone their various ways
And had promised to return when pigs fly.

To the plenty few who had married time
Who had climbed up the abandoned palace and waited this long
Who had swept it clean in wait of the king
They still wait till this day for the good old days.

To the grist who had failed its promise
And now depends on man made oxygen to survive.