Barricade Poem by Emmanuel Joseph Olumakiss

How do one race the road of riches?
Breathing isn't life when joy is out of our wishes
Poverty has no brethren
In lack we begot our children
Saddled in swing of sorrow with no remedies
Our trial a trace from genetics
Does God answers prayers?
Life has turned us to mourners?
Isn't human that deter one shinning star?
Mere struggle haven't take us far

When living is like a waste of time
Tragedy they said; comes from divine
Count them with various choice of life
Many are gifted with the opportunity to smile
The ones made for funeral among the clan
Always have reasons to frown

We are not new to new happenings
We are all cruel among earthlings
Pride is owned by those with guts
In the midst of blessings many extract the curse
A sane life is evidence of good vibes
Some great destinies I've seen deprived
Good life isn't for general?
Among our equals we run errand

We are the leftovers of Zita
The vulnerable
Our world; a different planet
Who knows when the days will be good?
Out of the share of human
We are unknown numerous
Always lacking in front
Among the children of privileges
Cheered by mere mockery
Begging morrow to remain
So we could avoid the next misery it will bring

When life is unclad
It needs no coverage
We are accustomed by penury
Misfortune no longer a stranger in this hut
None can chase unknown menace
When measured by our own trade mark
Our pain still on rebirth
Many aren't destined to overcome
Despite how they seek for their own good
Few among the living they've taken their turn
As they wait on God to be great

Father why bring us outside world!
Gifting each of us full loads of nemesis
How come joy elude us in the midst of the provider?
Why are we chosen...
Among other children of the earth
To bear the cross of the gods
Living under the destiny of the affluents
How can ours be fulfilled?