The first poet must have been a lonely man
Tired, confused, angry, bemused,
But above all in touch with himself
The second poet must have been a smiling woman
Who saw the first poet for what he truly was
An art form that was just being formed
The third poet must have been an elite
With an eye and taste for the finer things in life
Refined and cultured
Putting down his thoughts to impress future generations
About the fourth poet much is not known
He is the 21st century loafer with an empty stomach
The pen and paper used to be symbols of elegance
The fourth poet has fashioned them to his purpose
The pen and paper have become nonsense
Weapons in the hands of selfish fellows
Everybody has an opinion, everyone has a thought
Freedom of speech, freedom of expression, freedom
of thought
No one listens any longer; we all want to be heard
Unfortunate it is that the fourth poet has lived the longest
The poetic license misplaced, the idiotic license birthed
I salute the sophisticate and the woman whose spirit lingers on
But I write for the first poet whose memories are long gone
Osamolu Israel Toluwani is a 200-level student of the Department of Mass Communication at the University of Ilorin, Ilorin, Kwara State.