Take Me Back Home Poem by Olusanya Anjorin

Tired of this listless hustle
In a brutal brittle terrain
Where subsistence is tag for the fittest
And, man needs hustle and bustle.
Take me back home.


Tired of sipping rotten orange
And dying slowly
Pomes and berries are five, ten days a range
Take me back home.

Foods forced to ripe
Mixed, to boost margins
Leaving consumer ripped
Take me back home.

Tired of hearing gun shots,
Constantly being on edge
Imagine using a potshot
Take me back home.

Where I can obtain fresh milk,
Devoid of bottled carton or powder?
Can't stand anymore this ilk.
Take me back home.

Where I can obtain fresh breath
And come home by 3 p.m. to observe me siesta
And no longer be bored to death?
Take me back home.

Where I can observe nature
In its natural state
And see people respect my culture?
Take me back home.

Get me out of here!
Where I can have sound sleep at night
And stop inhaling carbon monoxide
And pray, let today be the last rite?
Take me back home.

Take me to a home so calm
Where thoughts are sweetly expressed
A pure land devoid of bloodshed, armed robbery
Insurgency and war, a world not retrogressed.
Take me back home

Please take me back home
And let me breathe my native air
Where I can sleep so sound
Square and fair.