They share same knowledge
With no change from the fore father’s place
Appreciated quacks whose students are better off in no measure
Using the internet as an abode
Wikipedia as a source
Just to teach us nonsense
In that make shift palace called citadel
Rooting in face of deceit
Just to prove they have a face lift
And spending centuries in same place
Like a stagnant water in a situational space
They preach, it’s for the masses
But their fees are thorny to lowly grasses
Even the middle classes,
can’t think it
Alas, I wish they shuck off the best fruits
Yes, they do with regalia of half-baked graduate
Plunging the economy is same mess like our educated illiterate principals.
Who has made her a citadel of politics in all ramification
And academics, excellence in retrogression
No wonder they prosper in research of politics and practices
strained academics and crisis.
Grants and scholarship now the order of who I know
Backdrop of what I know.
What a great splendid citadel of nonsense
Where talents are all messed up
and rooted in distress of grade
First class in apparel of dunce and moose
to celebrate our gown
Albeit we won’t fail as a working system
when knowledge is reversal
and thinking in retrogressive
malpractices and celebration of mediocrities
cross-nailing of merit
Policies of worst to syphon money
no wonder their product are glorified in scantily dress paraphernalia of our music videos
thugs in political scenario.
Product of loose
Why not think?
Why not work things out?
Even when things are bad
Why not set an example?
Even when you have bad examples around
Why not pick of the best?
And turn thing around
For your children and children to come
Or you lie wait and let the continuum of same practice
And your product produced in same citadel of nonsense.
Poet: Oso Olasunkanmi