Contemplation on the Odu Ofun Iwori

Where are you

My middle class

You are missed

With you there was

Some semblance of

Imperfect balance

I tried to warn you

As you worshipped at the

Alter of consumerism

Praying to the capitalist prophets

Who bought your souls

For shiny trinkets and

The promise of more

Sold a false hope

Your place at the

Head of the table is

All but guaranteed to

Never happen

Leaving you outside

Fighting for scraps

With the growing number of

Poor and nearly poor

The irony in this all is

You believed your skin

Would save you

It did not

Now you too are

Ripe for radicalization

For discontent has no color

A fat animal is lazy

A desperate animal is dangerous

Which one are you?