POEM: SO CALLED FRIENDS

 
Embarrassing your friends for your pocket
Exploiting the masses in the labour market
Implication their child's mate in various aspects
The sole reason for my country's ricket
Friends of the masses my foot, system reset
Labour market operates in fear of their friends
And at the point of loss their friends shall fled
There is no difference between the open and shed
Your friend is here, so why should you be scared
Those strangers are better, cos it's so called police aren't friend.

Stealing under the cover of friendship
Exploiting our treasury
Endangering our safety
And yet relinquishing their fury
Even when we plead for mercy.

You ain't my friend
Stay away
Friend of the masses my foot...
I'm not swayed.

By Fasola Ayomide Peace.
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