By Lechi Eke
I know birds who hop,
From place to place they jump,
To sit at home, they won’t.
I know birds who hop,
But spare no time to brood,
They hop and jump to meddle.
I know birds who hop,
From place to place they fly,
From mess to mess they pry,
They sniff around and meddle.
I know birds who hop,
From rumour to rumour they spread,
They smear and paint and slander,
To blacken n rubbish the bread.
I know birds who hop,
They slur abroad the rumours;
And hurt themselves at most’
And live alone and mourn.
I know birds who hop,
To hold down jobs they can’t,
To use their brains, they pant;
To carry responsibility, they flop.
I know birds who hop,
The books they read is gossip,
The stories they write with mouth,
They watch and chat and retell.
I know birds who hop,
To use their brains, impossible.
With fickle their time they occupy;
And tittle and tattle and chirp.
I know birds who hop,
And occupy their days with fickle,
And stretch and yawn and waste.