This is for the grief we feel,
the fears that we faced and got served.
This is for the love that was never found, neither was it stolen nor lent.
To the glossing future; our dreams,
for the dreams with little feathers,
yet still struggling to fly.
This is for the face that failed,
but never beckon at grimace,
but still manages to
wear smile in styles.
This is for the souls that were lynched,
whose pride and dignity were bleached,
on their mothers’ land: their rights; leached,
but still bask on the warmth of hope and tranquility.
This is for the broken heart,
scarred by betrayal, marked by pain on every orifice,
but still striving to get life back on track:
Keep going and never look back on sad days
for your tale shall never grow stale to the ears; eager to be heard over and over;
this is dedicated to hope and greatness.
At the End.
In the end,
humanity becomes a free bird
and death wares from ripping souls
and the vultures of life stifles the
feast on the carcass of humanity.
and the stomach wall of our wicked mother;
earth that uses the cold blood of her children to assuage her blazing thirst,
is filled to her threshold
and her stomach wall ceases to frolic
and merry like a hunter
that killed an Ajanaku (Elephant) on his first hunt.
At the end of the tunnel, this waning torch of hope will rekindle.
And smile shall be restored to wistful faces.
Incessantly, memories of our beloved
that left without proper farewell-
will hunt us like a predator.
At the end of it all, the survivors will cite
to their children’s’ glee, the tale;
how their beloved were buried with their enemies.
And relay to billion hearts the depth of sorrow scribbled
on their souls that sulked their merry minds into sea of dread,
anguish and tempest.
In the end,
the heavy legs of yesterday shall dance
like couples on their matrimonial ceremony.
And our wistful souls will shed her sorrow
and injuries sustained during this pandemic.
Their scars will transcend into abysmal nightmares that
torment us in our comfort and constantly remind us,
like an alarm, how our beloved drowned with its ship right before our eyes.
Why i Embraced Solitude
I am fed up with humans
yesterday, I showed Janet the grave where I buried my eyesore secrets, and
she went at night, behind the curtain to exhume and disperse them .
I am so sick of humans and getting allergic,
a fourthnight ago, I told Suzzy,
she’s the moon to my world
and tonight,my world a footstool for darkness.
I am weary of relations
a week back, I met Valentina,
we fell like a cascade into
the nucleus of love, and today
she’s getting married to the flesh of her flesh.
About the Author
Abdulmueed Balogun is a Medical Laboratory Sciences undergraduate at the University of Ibadan, Oyo state, Nigeria . He has been a staunch writer for two years. His love for poetry emanated from a Scholar, writer and Poet, Muhammed Sulaiman who provided him mentorship as regards poetry. Writing poetry has been a dream come true for him as he keeps trying to expand his knowledge in the arts and always open to learning. I strongly believe that knowledge is a lost weapon for poets and it can be sought for within the pages of books.