Tis of a truth about Africa,
An idea seducing my ear at the eventide:
He's a dwarf
Bearing a gigantic burden,
Dazed by weariness,
Betrothed to heaviness.
Diverse folks standing beyond the margin,
You can get here,if not faster',
Strangle the motion,trials're better.
But could he move?
The burden stayed his leg:
You want a proof?
Ask the bird!
He being a cubits above the earth,
His burden 105 cubits preparing his death.
He bears the burden
Or his burden bears him:
Burden constituted with junks:
A Suitcase bearing an octupus lung.
Even say to Africa:
Put down the burden,
Untie it's knot yourself,
(For if another hand does,you'll be in power bed-ridden.)
Search it's content,
See if all are gold,
Shake off the useless,
Consciously re-tie the load.
Then,bear on the burden,
In decades,you'll get to the margin.
But if you be blind
Still,that counsel you'll not heed.
You'll remain in street.
Copyright © Adeyemi Joshua | Year Posted 2018