My Lonely Call
My call
My ravine call
I noise it, but couldn't go pass me
though the thief pass me by
Carting away the whiteness of my eyes
My view of pride
I used to be, the cedar tree,
cornea of the eyes,
mellow in the cluster of fruit
floating in the deep blue sea
stem around me like a cluster of flower on a branch
feeding mouth to mouth just like the caring bird to the nestling
not until my hidden was uncovered
cedar tree, not by my lips
lost its chlorophyll
the cornea the lachrymal-glands
My fir, clover for the cattle
sinking in the other side of the sea
tongue-in tongue-out
As if the weasel cares
never cares
the mimic of the tortoise pronounce its
handful of destruction
Hum!
Judas of this world, web of evil tenacity
their beam is just like the morning star
once the cloud open it goes
subsiding for the next prey to devour
Copyright © Igbalajobi Olasunkanmi | Year Posted 2005
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