Venom Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

Look oh see as she sprays the spit
Towards our way
Like an angry serpent her venom is lite
Here and there our moves daily make

For unknown consequence we get our pay
And in it our foetus do awake
This yoke is far grown beyond us
As daily head slight they pride in blood sucking

While the hands of our chiefs are tight to save us
What a plight to us that the international
Declared that it's not of our making
The need for this venom spread non can tell
That the spread of ishmael's faith is the handwriting on the wall

Can there be any escape route as the chiefs are in their clan?
As there daily exist the fortification of our plan
To you alone our trust do lay dear God
For us to get rid of this sabotage in our land
And hear us before we cry to you like Abel
Or you make the second coming be so soon.