By Erasmus Ikhide
In a crowded bus, a thief did stride,
Stole a teacher’s pay, with cunning pride.
The teacher felt the loss, his face did blush,
“Shame on you,” the driver said with a rush.
But then the thief, with a heart of stone,
Paid the teacher’s fare, and earned a praise alone.
The teacher blessed him, with a grateful heart,
“May God bless you, and multiply your kind from the start.”
The passengers praised, the thief’s “kindness” too,
Little did they know, the truth they’d rue.
For in that bus, a metaphor did unfold,
Of a nation plagued, by corruption’s hold.
The thieves multiply, as praise they receive,
Their deceitful acts, a cycle to conceive.
Nigeria’s bus, where trust is bought and sold,
A nation’s dignity, lost to thievery’s cold hold.
Let’s wake up, and see the truth in plain sight,
And not reward, the thieves in our midst.
For only then, can we break this curse,
And Nigeria’s bus, will ride on a path of virtue, and traverse.
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