CONVERSATION WITH MY DESTROYER
Why would I be sold another poison?
When the world’s morals has gone toxic
This impure heart bleeds bad blood.
Does it never approve of a purified healing?
The sewage is over filled
An outrageous impunity, a classic stench.
Weighing in on the tensile strength
Colossal breaking point is inevitable.
Is this the way of the world
That decadence should breed more decadence?
Is this the approved standard
That senility should breed bad habits?
This poison does not cure,
I refuse to be sold
Even if I was never told.
– Olufemi Oladotun