BULLET TO THE HEAD

When I become rich, I’ll do better
I will be as gentle as breeze
Like a tree, I will give shade
Drive out all don’ts that do
Knit love a red dress
Have brave men lead a coup
All in the name of being made
Real men would beg me on their knees
Death would come for all like a debtor.

The cycle lives on, evil will not
be stopped till the sun loses sight
And the night kicks out the bad
Until then, all na talk
Drinking saliva.
A bullet makes one walk,
Makes a happy fellow sad
Turns every left move to right
None is guilty of sin until caught.

Victor Oyedele