Jesse Ojuka

The spiders in my house made me more compassionate than the news 
The news made me whip my oldest friends for lack of charity 
The lack of charity made me realise I’m just a boy looking for a face to slap 
How can you lead if you’re afraid to cry in the eyes of a mob 
Banish, I banish them 
There must be mercy on top of the dish 
Even if it is served to a prisoner 
You think sleep is the only rest
But all that tells me is you lack imagination 
That is why you hide behind an arrogant cynic