P. V. C. Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

My heart froze
When I heard you scream
Scream oh scream
Make it loud and look at their gaze

For that which is being done to us
Against our wish which is laid to the dust
Riding our backs in pride like a horse
With intent to make us living ghosts

Yet in their coming
We sing Hosannah
To him that comes in the name of money
making their wishes as final

Cry, oh cry more loudly
For the thorns that hit us are much
Getting harder yet we make no sound
Awaiting the day mass caskets will be said to push

Food on the table
Like a Camel willing to go through the hole of a needle
No clothe to cover our nakedness
House agents are in their right lords

Conflict of court orders
A justification to right a wrong
As security agencies
Are predators that suck victims calling for help to the lung

Tithes and offering
Are the vocals of some religious bodies
With no move to caution the gluttons
Yet the congregation is suffering

Where do we go thus?
A clarion call is here again
As it's been done every four years
Awaiting our death for their gain

Cry so high
Make the wailing strong
Not only with your mouth
But with the net and gadgets in your hands

Make it more and let us join
That unity in our diversity can make us strong
More strong to destroy the camp of our common foes

Our land must not be wet of blood
With this, our memories are full
Of their worth when we rise to speak aloud
Using their machineries to make us look like fools

They're failing in their thought
That all they're acquiring are waste
Even in grave when death calls them home
Alas! Our revenge must be P.V.C. to send them home.