Almajiri anthem (by Usman Poetique)

*I have rights over your leftovers*

Almajiri anthem

I was born amidst

The thighs of alms

My feet have combed

The slums dusty paths

I am an indigene 

To this land of sour smiles 

For its my right

To eat from your bin

Why not allow your wrinkled naira 

build my smile?

Was I not the one who

Ease your paradise strives?

I eulogize before the

nudity of an empty stomach

Allah ya tsare

Allah ya kiyaye

These are the melodies

That beautify my dreams
Feed me please

From the vomit of your pot
For I have rights 

Over your leftover
©Ahmad Usman Ode

(PoetiQue)