Poetry: T-E-N-A-N-T-S!!


We all are tenants
In this house not built with hands
We don’t pay rents
Until the day of judgement.

We all are tenants
In this room
Or the other room
Where landlords demand for your soul without a conscience

In our house there’s hardly a noise,
our housing rent comes in poems.
Paying the rent is not a choice,
as it makes up books or albums.

In our house there’s hardly a noise,
silence there uses some condoms.
Today, the landlord raised his voice.
Some tenants danced to farewell drums

Who needs a land of land owners?
I’ll build every sweat that trickles.
Dues could be tithe to church goers
But rent is a man that cripples.

Who needs a land of land owners?
A leaking roof never tickles
Tenants will remain calm moaners,
In this room where their voices whistles.

“Na today you dey pack comot!”
Said the landlord in a stern look
“I go put your loads for dormot!”
To him, the tenant is a crook.

“Na today you dey pack comot!”
With eyes that glisten like a brook.
Na hin landlord pick tenant pot,
In it was money, which he took


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  • Joshua Kassem

    December 7, 2017 at 8:01 pm

    Marrying words,
    Great dishing


    • leon

      December 8, 2017 at 8:54 pm

      Thank you


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