Unending sojourn of the begging bowl

The end shall not justify the means

Faithfully sheltering in Lagbaja's dealings
Like the loyal hair streams
On the solid rock
Firm on the omidan orekelewa's vertical apex
Parthing ways for the onidiri's ooya

Just as the bluebird had found rest
On a tree in the garden
Performance is paralyzed
Till the goalpost is in sight
And like the Owiwi
Silence is enslaved
And expectation is adored

We are the desperate people
And you are the announced citizen
We come as scared orphaned dogs
Devoid of deft
But parade passionately
Like devoted devotees
Configured to conform to the confines
Of the carcass just as the flies

The street, the street
With its wealth of wealth
Daily is it helpless
In its plot to run to the aid
Of the........
And there the adjective slips away
Of the.....
Of the beggars
With a daily anthem of "e jor e help mi"

My nouns have dodged their adjectives
A plethora of I-deas
Have opibed
And my cerebrum has sojourned
In the mega city of "ori MI ti fe yi"
But I am blessed to write on

Days run into weeks
Jump into months
Before reaching its destination, years
We have received
But have not gathered

We are loyal to our guide ;
Ask, it shall be given to you
Seek, and you shall find
Knock, and the door shall be opened to you
But our problems
Numerous they are
Have helped us in
Knocking on the door of begging
Seeking our bowl of alms
And asking.......
As days run into years

The end shall not justify the means,
Our ends are never
In the hands of the years