Did you say they are so penniless
That they cannot afford a bottle of honey?
No! They were the most affluent
But they wasted their money.

Did I hear they are so helpless
That they cannot feed their concubines?
No! They were the wealthiest
But they wasted their money.

Are they really indigent
Their children cannot go to school?
No! They were the richest

But they wasted their money.

They claim they own this Lagoon
And are yet treated like strangers.
But No! They were the most influential
Only that they cared not and wasted their money.

Ah! Are they really pauperized
They can’t ever trade themselves out of darkness?
“Oh Yes…Alausa knows our plight!”
That is what they are waiting for.

Deadly flood threatens to plague their lives
Yet, they sit on the fence
Wasting their money
And blaming their chairmen.

Their glittering sky-scrapers
Are surrounded by slummy ghettos,
Yet, they are so indifferent, wasting their money
And crying foul of one man at the top!

Waite a minute! Are they really bad?
Maybe (not)! But they sell and resell their lands
And must claim Omo-Onile’s dues
Completely lost to the lyrical tunes of their local poets.

On those senseless murderous affairs,
They waste their money.
Wines, women, pursuit of night-clubs
And funeral parties of their fallen kinsmen.

They go on wasting their money,
Their time, their lives wasting away,
Their status fading…
Yet, they never wake up
From this gain-less extravagant slumber…

Adeola Goloba