Mischief Itching The Folk Poem by Haruna Garba

Mischief Itching The Folk



How they got it, is best known to them
Alone, how they play with it falls to our lots
How they acquired it, is best known to them
and it is none of their business to show you how
They put you in to sight with liberal eyes
and will listen to you with generous ears
They are people with nothing to lose
Those who stumbled on treasure-troves sit pretty
Nursing their lucks, they will neither see you go digging
nor fold your paupers' itching arms
If a parvenu does leave you to destiny,
why should anybody correct anyone?
Nothing like mischief to be itching the folk!

Saturday, February 13, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: sadness
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Haruna Garba

Haruna Garba

Dagauda, Bauchi State, Nigeria
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