Chronicle Of Their Existence Poem by Damilare Odeyemi

CHRONICLE OF THEIR EXISTENCE

Many have plied this path for decades
Hurdling over all barricades
For many gloated over their peak
Not wanting goodies from them to leak

With much anguish many have trailed
While a number of tactics failed
With tattered dresses they have lived
Yet, without reason they were beefed

Upon the paleness of their finger
Struggles and hardship lingered
Stones from distance were hurled at them
Men in top seats laughed at them

Out of all likelihood or reason
Tons of hope dropped in each season
Howbeit matyr suffered in abject penury
Their fruits will live in luxuries for century

Verily they'd be on cloud nine
As their descendants would just be fine
With pains going down the drain
Tyrant's empire would witness its wane