Poem: under Your Nose.
Under Your Nose,
You kept Your Nose under and didn't smell foresight, so You never rose.
I remember those years when we used home grown wax to strengthen our nails, that was in the past, what's now, we use loans to pay for our rails.
There is an option instead, but You have to use Your Head.
I am not a gold digger, but I am a fortune teller, let me read You : These Guys are digging Your gold.
You can refuse to note this down in Your diary but My happiness is You have been told.
If You don't believe Me now You will when You are old.
This sad footage is free now but one day, it will be sold.
When will we realise the desperation of their intensions? It ought deliver speculations but we won't hear because of the dellusion in a blessed Nation, They call it economic regulations, oh!
We need to device other means of transportation because we are stuck in a foreign land with no direction.
Poem by Kiddo. F.O : Under Your Nose photo
Poem: Under Your Nose photo
Poem: Under Your Nose.
So many people are unaware about dangers surrounding them.
© 2018 Kiddochukwu famous Odum