Taciturn Tale Of Terror.

There,
In the wilderness of desolation,
The needy languishes in despair;
The poor withers in anguish
And in dismay,
They all tarry in earnest
For the awaited emancipation of their souls.
The avid groaning of infants,
Struck by the cane of callousness;
The intense clamour of mothers,
Sowed by the envoys of despoilation;
Much more is the air of futility,
As progeny inhale the bitterness from the womb of pain.
Like myriads,
The fountain of hoodoo smiles with fury,
Spreading from nations to nations
The blessings of devastation in desolation.
The melodies of jubilation,
The tears of celebration,
As the eminent wind of corruption saturated the air
All was turned to a tumult of agony.
This is the world we live in,
Where beasts devour innocent souls;
As dreams are being shattered
And families left in disarray.
In the field of ignorance,
Thousands slumber in darkness;
Waiting not for savages but to be salvage.
There and Then,
The whispers of hostility is the rhythm of the dawn;
The tunnel to liberation is gloomy
And what is left is not hope but wishes;
Wishes to keep the heart beating.
Where and when,
Will their saviours surface?
Alas! They are all busy;
Thinking about their goal and ambitions;
Forgetting their true aim and missions.
Just someday,
The dew of victory will fall;
Then can we truly say:
We came...
We saw...
And we conquered.
Till the moment arise,
Clutch the garment of hope,
Fetter the counsels of jeopardy,
And yet again,
LIVE YOUR DREAMS!!!

---------Jacobs Adewale (OMA)--------