A Cry From the Dark
Can there be no perils at the gate
Or, are we not men of fate.
Can our eyes not shut-
Without the alarm of being lost.
Have we not fed from a plate
Or, drunk from a crate.
Have we not had the day together
Or, watch the night for another.
Did we not know our distinct philosophies,
And yet tell common stories.
Did we not sweat for our diverse ideas,
And still smile on common grounds.
Did we not vent our spleen-
For the ***** snow that leaves our homes unclean.
But, did we still not see to its end-
With our undying blend
Why the unkind treats,
The braconid feats,
The stew seclusions,
And even parasitic-ending of our owns
Have we not had this place-
To our own base.
Had we not been-
To oversee every being.
Are we no more peoples-
That had the grounds by ripples.
Have we not sewn up enough of our own
To leave bereft more of our grown
Can we not be without differences
Or, see without challenges.
Can we not lend hands-
To build and refill our sober lands.
Can we not shake hands,
And spend nights in each others abodes.
Copyright © Femi Adebayo | Year Posted 2015
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