My Drunkard Africans Poem by Oluwole Olawale Michael

The man could remember the days
When he was teeming among his friends
He could reminiscent the ages
When he got the knowledge
Every thought kills no sorrows
Has they only offer praise of sadness
He was once a rich man
And now you can tell of his poorest
His mother asked him of his becoming
My father could bade his cognomen
While he uttered no word
He learned to be brave and understanding
He could counts on his achievment
Who is ready to explore his fate?
Only dreamer do dreams
After a gush! He could summone his silence ones
Ooops! That world have drowned
Forever! Forever! ! Forever! ! !
He could reckoned the stars when liquored
You could see him when driving home
In your garden, in your exported car
You could see in his domain
Where he sleep the night
But dark ocean beside the road he laid his head
You could read on his forehead
That he's no more but lived with pleasure
Who will sober his senses?
Only when his name has been repaired in the will
When will you bring your country to reality?
Is it when you are no more?