Famine

The cows have gotten thin here 

And dusty the cool air 

The tap don't rush like in the city 

To wash our dusty gloom hair 

No clean water at thirsty mornings 

Do we 'do' the dew 

The turn up was poor at the last new yam festival 

Our uncles chose clubs 

I haven't learnt to dance atilogwu or other ethicals

My sisters are local snubs 

They say our traditional songs are boring 

So after the reggae they play the blues 

Our mothers aren't the role models anymore 

The Kardashians are soaring 

Our fathers talk of plagues among the youths 

But I see them healthy 

They talk about them very poorly 

I see them wealthy 

The famine in our lands do not attack the foods 

The famine in our lands make the youth fools 

@the_vyrus