'Fathers of Insanity' by Abdulbasit Abubakar Adamu

We are fathers of insanity

Rowing down these boats to the land of charity

Like Zombies on the streets walking slow.

But our infections on the body makes you low.

We gave ourselves a common noun: a name

We think us different but in reality, the same.

We are fathers of Insanity.

Our hearts poisoned with words of dismay

We are just a cliche, January down to May

We on individual races, instead of a relay

We owe this to each other, surely we should pay

We are like food that feed only our hungry self

Arranged like cutleries in an old wretched shelf.

We settle for only ourselves like business cartels

A free entry and exist where people put and exit ideas like a hotel

Some get comfortable to sleep in like a motel

All in need for pleasure we run to these superstructural brothels.

I am really confused of what you stand for

Is it a simile or a metaphor?

Abdulbasit Abubakar Adamuis an upcoming writer and avid reader. His poems have been published in local dailies, blogs and anthologies. Adamu is a final year student of Mass Communication, Ahmadu Bello Zaria. You can follow him on Twitter/Instagram @ab_wordsmith and read his poems on www.abaseet.wordpress.com

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