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I was made in a baby factory
According a verse in our sublime history
In a city guarded by the elephant
I took my first faltering steps as an infant
Mama was a self-styled gynaecologist
Papa, a budding industrialist
Steaming at a hundred per cent installed capacity
Products rolled off the line with unmatched alacrity
Fifteen minutes was all it took
To fashion eight unique arrows, as written in our book
I was the fourth overall
And the first that pisseth against the wall
A band of rampaging marauders
Propelled by fiendish orders
Arrived in rage and haste
And laid the factory waste
With millions of arrows set ablaze
The future became a distant haze
I crawled out of a stuffy bunker
Clad only in a threadbare jumper
Still covered in losers’ toxic grime
We rebuilt the factory one brick at a time
Amidst taunts and derision
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And buffeted by noisome commotion
Now factories dot the landscape like a rash
The pauperized of war awash with cash
The warehouse brims with arrows in restless mode
Primed weapons, itching to explode
To fill the earth with the abundance of creativity
Yet looking favourably to the land of their nativity
They fear and deify none
They bow the knee to the Almighty alone
Along came the official gang desperate for notice
Clothed in ignorance and prejudice
“Baby factory, baby factory,” they cry
They’re a horde held captive by a damning lie
Father forgive them for all they do
Open their minds; teach them a lesson or two
© Olugu Olugu Orji mnia [pictured above]
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