Enitan Ogunsanya
I.
The night shall come
when we will no longer chorus
songs that sorrows composed and taught us
to sing with our rhythmic lips
broken, chattered as we behold our fate in a stricken glass
staring to be justified, buried and alive in torments.
II.
The night shall come
when our yearly graduates
shall no longer sings songs of homeless but not hopeless
parading the areas as men awaiting death on streets of hustles,
having to stumble on penny returns
just to while away unforeseen tears.
III.
The night shall come
when our jambites and aspirants
will no longer fade away with flames from candles,
will no longer turn off like dead torches and lamps,
after spending hours at morn, noon, even dusk
to meditate, read, understand and prepare for exams.
IV.
The night shall come
when the flattened-pot bellies of poor boys and girls, will laugh at
their wrinkled faces, thin legs, hands, heads and necks
for it still remains fat; pregnant with dead thoughts and ideas
ready to be irrelevantly relevant tomorrow.
V.
The night shall come
when the happy days of rich men and women
who gallivant around in sparkling dresses, furnished mansions, expensive jeeps
will wake up to fight their stupidity
for leaving prosperity for posterities,
instead of investing in lives of hungry men of intellects
to be written on the sands of time
VI.
The night shall come
when songs of freedom will not be remembered again
for us to sing as we journey
through the desert of personal thinking
on the arms of heavy burdens.
Source: Enigmatic Global Concept
Editor’s note: Originally published as part of the 31 Days of Poetry series on VicAdex.com on 30 July 2017.
Editor’s note: Originally published as part of the 31 Days of Poetry series on VicAdex.com on 30 July 2017.