They Can Now Can
Foolishness, they say, builds a castle
in the heart of an uncouth child and
the rod of correction expunged it out.
And should wisdom’s corpse be found
at the backyard of the great Aristotle
all living veins and arteries must ponder.
We’ve found ourselves in a mess that
only the number one office has a roof
on it while others can get drenched by rain.
Our giant of Africa has become a shrimp
that gets pushed down the throats of
those salivating endlessly for a bite.
The nation’s number three cannot can
what the children of number can can.
No wonder we cannot can what we can can.
Bard Tosin Morakinyo