A Constrained Erg
For all these pain and beat,
for all the scorn and beat,
is it now a crime to learn to bow?
Such a crafty hollow.
Deep sea, I'm swimming in.
A buried pirate shall hear me' tale.
A lasier shall know of my trial.
Let it come, for the dawn awaits me!
A room for me and not for two.
A war-lord-tale!
Many call it,
but a lord names it;
Flawless victory.
Futile and in shambles, it seems.
Why and what I fought for?
Why and what I slept for?
Yet, taking me soul away!
Copyright © Babafemi Yinka Olubodun | Year Posted 2018
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