I AM HANDICAPPED (a poem by Mohammed Oluwatimileyin Taoheed)

I am handicapped
In my small slum,
By a strange squall!
Which smacks my buttocks;
As if I were a sprog
Playing with his mother's spuds.

My pen cannot dance
On a bunk of papers,
As it was accustomed to.
My 'bard-hood' squats in squalor!

We are handicapped
In our roofed barns,
By an incorporeal army of weevils
That slosh our soft chins;
As if we were bunnies
Playing with their mother's paws.

Our hoes cannot bite
Any acres of bushy land,
Hunters are short of preys
To feed Ògún, not to say,
The ajar mouths of their kins.

We slouch slovenly;
With hands or legs immovable,
As if we were in a burrow
Dug by a visiting soldier;
Corona, it was named.
Oh, I am handicapped!

*OGUN: Is a popular Yoruba god known for his dominance over iron.