MY SHADOW WILL SLAY ME ONE DAY
I hope you are not writing it again?
Your nonsense that bewitches the sense,
You've borrowed twenty years to rehearse your madness
When it shall be filmed in the market square, who knows should send awareness.
I hope, I hope those shattered words on paper are not your horrible lies you call poems?
You think the world was welded as world from just word?
'Let there be...' came with a 'seen' and not a scene
And you have kept my eyes hanging that one day I shall see the edge of my nose,
When will the foolishness in you be slayed?
The ugly pen twister, twist, twist
And collect applauds as awards,
When your pocket cries, you face the wall and ask me why,
When starvation dissects your stomach, you see me shivering, and you think everyone is a poverty striker like you.
You've been a pain in my breath,
Let's meet by the rear side of the lantern when darkness resumes the night shift
And fight our last war of depart, face the wall and shower me punches, all shall be deported back to you,
You this aroma of irritation...
Ololade Akinlabi (Ige)