These days are Vile By. Ganiyu Mohi Adedare

These days are Vile

Wicked and Evil
When dusk disappeared
And beneath the western Horizon

The time of Agony are not good
when suffering is our war garment
When we wry blanket with Agony sound.

These days are Vile

When we feel thirst
And water is unlimited in corridor of suffering
When pure are poor
Our eyes were blinded
Our hands & leg were influence
When Our heart were shocked

This days are not good
When Our night were seized
Our days are short and dig the secret of
Our labour

Time of forlourness
When our arms were filled with punishment
When Our striving are not rewarded

These days are Vile

For the evening of thunder strive
when iroko is striking
and moon resting on  shoulder of sun

Time of eace invaluable
When sun gust every minute of day

For our body in hot
 When our abode are sultry

When Our ink dry in sorrow
and applaud the episode of Zero
and melancholy beat drum to dance

These days are Vile