State of Disarray
In an age
Where souls are pawned
For fame and wealth
A time when
Good and evil
Cease to war
A period where
Men passed, and
Weaklings arose
A place which
Breaks my heart
yet fuels my limbs
A land whose
Stain I loathe
But name I bear
A people who
Curse the stench
Yet eat the feces
Here, I’m to call home
Home or desert?
My path is vast
So I call it home
But journey it is
I hope to sleep
And wake in a time
Where men are men.
Copyright © Kolapo Olapoju | Year Posted 2014
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