Babatunde Aremu


Season Of Letters


I never knew that elders are good letter writters
Until the tabloids are awashed with their missives
I never knew that those in authority writes long sentences
Until some pages were exposed to the citizens
I never knew that our leaders are petty
Until their inks started flowing like River Niger
I never knew that elders are good at accusations and counter accusations
Until their letters formed a confluence
Like Rivers Benue and Niger in Lokoja
I never knew that respected statemen vituperates
They are busy writing verses(angelic and satanic?)
Yet none of their lines provides solution
They are all busy healing pimples
When the whole body is leprotic
Of what use is their letters?

Submitted: Friday, January 10, 2014
Edited: Saturday, January 11, 2014

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