For the Boychild: Finding Benefit

Tell mother and father Mountains are not like us We've grew knowing Makoko We've tasted The heat of Ajegunle And the sun at Akala skylines. We have visited Bayelsa watching Children thrown into oceans and returned back to their papa' palms. Do they still find benefit in us? Do they still find benefit in our lives? Tell them of cities created in us Splitting up like the red sea. Tell them we are now men of peace Finding benefit and reasons... Till Monday becomes Tuesday, We will march around nature and find purple colours that tells of freedom. Yours Poetically, ©John Chizoba Vincent