From what I see with even eyes,
Bad footprints plaster where I stand;
Tomorrow, dawn shall peek through every roof
And asleep we might be; wordless below dust and sand.
Vestiges of fallen stars stride in the air,
Our shadows fear to walk at night
Where darkness daunts both old and young.
Daring dear ones wrestle, tussle and lose their might;
Unified ululation validates their grievous passing
And vim, like hunted bandits, forsakes our concrete chest.
Earth finds more souls to swallow: one, two, three and counting,
Whom ‘ebolous’ hands erase – EVD, our spiteful guest.
The world we conquered with our hearts,
Desecrated on more than a thousand faces.
Piercing despair reigns; roaming, humming
Tunes of defeat in down-tempo paces.
Not much of victory I could tell,
Observing the serene, silken sky; its beaming rays
Descend upon unripe fate, upon failing faith,
Spattering deliverance to moisten our fleeing days.
** ©
2016 Michael Olajubu (alias Jacobs Adewale) **
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