Ijalusi Samuel

In the colony of deprived ignorance
Be twisted is the dance – dance to fall
Flame of nourishing conquest
Bewildered to the overthrown capital
Sacred shrines of the gods.

The excruciating excursion of the weaver bird
Is the exhilarating extinction of our inheritance
In the name of the way
Having hatching eggs laid
As harvest of new millennium, dancing to the dirge

Today,
Our future arrives at the doorstep
Of a deafening fading past
Rejoicing and dancing to the dirge
Of another wreckage
In despair of eternal voyage.

We chug to a halt
Pacing up and to
Belching down and fro
Convinced to eternal fashion.

Glory to the gods
For there is a place
We have to be fed
And that of course is home.

Source: Enigmatic Global Concept

Editor’s note: Originally published as part of the 31 Days of Poetry series on VicAdex.com on 17 July 2017.

Editor’s note: Originally published as part of the 31 Days of Poetry series on VicAdex.com on 17 July 2017.