Where I Live — Bliss Akinyemi

Where I live,

Men in no cent innocent are the incense spraying saints

Yet, from afar, the scents of this saints murder innocence

Where I live, 

Dirty dead men with PhD’s in pretense live on oxygen of influence

Moral decadence;

their delightful breakfast frustrated at noon and despised at night

Where I live, 

Accusing fingers are pointed by bodies meant for the gallows

Sin is the public deed not the secret gesture

Where I live, it’s not a sin unless you are caught

Where I live,

You are what you don’t say you know

And it doesn’t matter, as long as the show is interesting

I stand and sympathize with truth on its deathbed

I stand and rejoice for I know truth will live

I stand as a voice for the voiceless whose voice society wants to hear less

Society that has taught us to shut our mouths and shut our eyes.

Yet, the more we shut up

Our stories are locked up

And motivation for others is imprisoned in us.