RED SUN

Written by: Afolayan Oluwaseun Olanike

…it’s beauty penetrating my skull...
        Waiting for the coast to clear
              Jingling the cathedral bell
                 With redemption for my soul
                           Of a cause to rise

…Clarions withhold their shovels…
          Fanning the thorns of the dust
               To construct our long lost place of aboard
                     To sour to savor the ruin of its leather
                            And its honey jar

…Oh far till I can’t squint no more…
       Till I can’t drift to the Nile time
           Till I can’t foretell the desires
               Till I can’t forecast the fortune
                  Till I can’t get enslaved in its warmth
                    A  Ray of a rainbow night
                      Oh how all things fade.