To Critics and Observers

Late last night, I laid quietly
Showing me off to the moon.
Pride is a misused language
Let none get through your immune.

Let the world know what they need
To know about what they want
Let the naysayers say nay
Never live beneath a Mont.

Dear you, freedom is better
A little taste would do much
To tell you what you’re missing
Late last night, I laid quietly.

Victor Oyedele