Condom rule (Voice of the youths) by Ismail Junaid Oluwadamilare - The Isaac Somto Foundation

  • Condom rule (Voice of the youths) by Ismail Junaid Oluwadamilare

     Voice of the youths

    After being broke loose from the caged era, things were auguring well and perfect at least to some extent the rain of peace fell on us.
    When the Lord decided to  fall on us exorbitant rain of peace that could make an ocean to encircle us which we could drink from to have an eternal bliss, a blot came from the blue which was caused by those who found themselves in the position of authority using their power and privilege to thwart the law and derelict the citizens by lining their coats and pockets at the expense of the mass who are taxpayers.
      In the hilarious circle of their act, they are yet satisfied with that, they ride on to an awful road of taking advantage of the nation's hope.  Our cries are not heard by their loud coarse laughter,  who will then hear our cry?

     Fellow youths, let be conjunctive, in jointed arms in revenge against the debilitating acts of those who call themselves our LEADERS...


    You and your siblings are fathers
    With many wives and children
    You have all it takes to care for all
    Yet you decide to remain Jurassic philanders

    Sleeping with our women
    Including your daughters, unknowingly
    For they are many to be known

    You sit on our requests,
    Sweeping it under the carpet
    Preferment is done by the latter and affection

    You own all nine yards at your fingertips
    Your axes you love to grind

    Now you contact deadly diseases
    Which has diffused to your wives,
    Offsprings and the nation's hope
    The light of hope is fading

    If you are freed from the gaol of these diseases,
    And still want to be the father
    You have to come with condoms

    We never want unwanted pregnancy
    When you strike our Ocean with your staffs
    We strike back washing away the strokes
    With the powerful wavelength of the our seas

    When next you come again
    To satisfy your Raven staffs
    We have got spermicide
    To kill your production organs

    This time we remain holy mary
    With faithful children
    Then all you hoard can satisfy us

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