Monday 26 January 2015

SHALL WE SING AGAIN?


Shall we speak again
that they may hear?
Shall we heap our spite?
Perhaps they’ll hear and fear,
they who auction our future.
Handed down from fathers to sons
like playthings that lacked its own will
end to end, in circles chasing tails.

Or shall we just sing again
that they may hear?
Shall we go on our knees in prayers?
and sing for them verses for their doom
that in the house of five, five be dead
and one more be dying, till their air
is riddled with rot for smell.

I say we sing again
on one knee we’ll say the lines
bearing headless cockerel spurting blood
that not one of them shall remain
no internment, no gravestones
if swollen on food meant for all,
then swollen in death, filth to filth.
Oluwole.

THIS POEM IS A SEQUEL TO ANOTHER POEM TITLED: OUR FRIENDS ARE HERE AGAIN!

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