BROOM!
Hither is my word to broom
Sweeps not the filth and the smeared rooms
In Aso still swing the tail of wolves.
They guffaw at the ailing folks
Laugh and giggle when they sob.
Still they enjoy the sirens of freedom;
Freedom to philander and dupe.
The fresh air and the public chattels in the kingdom
Whilst we crave for the appearance of unexpected dawn
To dissipate the heat to low down.
©Akili sa’adu (A.yareemah)
A. Yareemah 