A Holy Hope

Written by: Abdulhafeez Oyewole

Bags Of Rice
 In my Courtyard
 The One I Struggled Lost to the capriciousness
 The nest of the fuddle Nightingale-
 A Suspicious Saying of the sage.

 So sonorous is this Whistle
 That passes by
 IF not covetousness
 It will be inclined.

 Memory of the past
 Archimedes, Aristotle and many
 Memory drained superlative subservient.

 A Holy race
 So secured everywhere.