Poetry: FOUNDATION by Akinyemi Abdul-Rahman

 " FOUNDATION"

Where am I?
Am in the farm
With matchet, knife and gun
Persons are my plants
Compliance is what I cultivate
Opposition is weed and
I am the herbicide
My markets are the influentials
I clear, cut, sow and reap for them
With cutlass, knives, chemicals and guns

Market would have been market
If crops were my plants
If weeds were grass and pests
If herbicide is provided for
By my representatives
Along with pesticides and
Good education as the compliment
Education is understanding
Understanding is communication
Perfect communication promotes Order

Who am I?
I am the foundation
I am the youth

Where am I?
Am in the four corners of the room
Education is my door
Book is my key
But drug is my latern
Porn is all I read
Stealing is my assignmment
Fraud is my pen
Lies in my jar, as ink they serve
Casual sex is my reading equipment

My key should always be my book
lantern is mine, is it my goals?
Church should be my pen
If mosque is nothing but my ink
Success will be all I read

Who am I?
I am the foundation
I am the youth

Where am I?
Am in my couch, there I wonder
I wonder why?
WHY?
SERVE is all I do
PLEASE my food
TEARS my drink
REGRET my plate
VANITY my cutlaries
WHY?
In couch I wonder, REST I don't
In couch I wonder, LEAD I don't
In couch I wonder, TAKE I don't
In couch I wonder, REGRET and PAIN I do

Who am I?
I am the building
I am the aged
The foundation I was
Youth was I
" why " is all I have
All I have should be what " I don't "
What I don't brings my " why "
My foundation was bad
My youth was awful
So, in vain my building is

Oh builders
Oh engineers
Oh contractors
Upon you all I call
For your building to be better
Your foundation should be good
Then, " BEST " lies in your roof.

Akinyemi  Abdul-Rahman
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