Time To Tell

Written by: Abdulhafeez Oyewole

The time to be born has come and gone

 The present we know about her is our history

 A manifest to her existence in the map and in the head.

 This time is yet to unveil her bystanders.

 Though in written, she is known to be free

 But in words and actions she is shielded

 By weed, grasshoppers, termites and tortoise.

 Now, should we use fins and flippers

 To propel ourselves through her bloody sea?

 OR do we need any soothsayer to announce

 The burns of a lustful shielded cabinet to us?

 Dear Charcoals, time without number

 We are blinded to accept a crown

 We are forced to be subservient to a staff,

 And we have sold our loyalty by queuing behind the meadow.

 If surely the time will tell

 Then we need to look up to our history

 That is yet to appear before the land

 Let hope for an upright serving servant soon.

 And hope to behold a time to tell.