June Third Twenty Twelve

JUNE THIRD,TWENTY TWELVE The unfriendly plane came, baked With an arrogant fire flame courtesy Dana air space, As my land begins to shake Steady crates of eggs collapse And break Her waste ran fast as the sun ray, Tears became the spice of this day Contributors convert millions to be Greater than sands grains. See how time is best friend to death Before I could take a deep breath, My area begins to smell Exactly like a public toilet Pleading for urgent help. Do I quarrel with Dana that this Is unfair, or I tell my God why death turned into A trade fare on a sabbath day. The same day, my mother laid and Hashed me into this image, Under my canopy listen to loud Music to celebrate Inside my wardrobe lots of new Clothes to appreciate In my phone hundreds of Messages to congratulate. Dana suddenly arrived over the Roof of my gate Destroyed my anniversary plus Guest I tried to entertain. She perished all the cherished faiths Sitting on her plane When life wears no duplicate, See wasted heads fill Lagos state, Tragedy I pray to forever cast away. Will this souls forgive my village Or torment the so called aviation Lineage, No burial would befit my face She's total burnt like this roasted Maize. Hallelujah to the Most High I beg for grace on getting To Your Majestic Place, Tell the Angels to welcome Me with Praise, Cover this grave as time on earth Is shorter than the rain. HABIB AKEWUSOLA