Iyan Famine Poem by Oladimeji Hakeem Olayinka

Iyan famine, looming beneath the street.
That seizure the peace of the peaceful.
Wading and whipping around house to house.
Empty argument unfurled betwixt the spouse.
Listen! Children drag a bow of yam,
At the time of extreme hunger,
Comes the gluttonous beast.

In Nigeria of today mayhaps we found feces of animal in man.
In Nigeria of today mahaps the woman would be the bread winner.

In a land beyond shame immune to shock
Hunger stricken wobbles the ground
The cassava melting in the mortar and lopsided beside the pestle.
Yam appears gaunt in the bazer,
As the grain turn to rusted gold ewooh! ewooh!

In Nigeria of today mayhaps we found feces of animal in man.
In Nigeria of today mayhaps the woman would be the bread winner.

A manderian standing despondent at the edge of their workroom.
Looking pale and vamished as ever,
A problem that can easily trace, underpaid, minimum wages is a joke.
In this land of myopic and soulless ruler
Monster rogue hurling loud boasting
After a conquest of the communion tables.

We are at war now
A war with no adverse
A weaponized hunger
That brings doom to every streets and rooms
Unfurl by potbellied prebends whose nose only perceived,
Smelly convoys so loaded with lustful loot.

In Nigeria of today mayhaps we found feces of animal in man
In Nigeria of today mayhaps we the woman would be the bread winner.