Beyond Life
Riding on the longest road taken
on the filthy path not yet walked
building Mecca without its bricks
The Kaaba stood on lonely strip
who is bold to take from devil?
lying on a dead man’s grave
whispering to his darker self
_wahala don come_
The fear he felt in a stricken view
eroded hope served on platter’s gold
what have we come to do in this world?
is it to lose ones shadow in a violent sin?
or to shout Hail Mary to the high heavens
or to Fellowship with lost sheep
trailing a whistling shepherd
cajoling lost herd into a beast’s lair
call upon the Oracle for a Messiah
cast the divinity beads to the ground
consult _irumole_ for direction
The sky is gravely pregnant
Earth not ready for her birth
Foot Note:
Irumole: gods(from the Yoruba tribe of south western African country of Nigeria)
Wahala Don come: trouble is coming
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
