The Preaching Pepper
An onion
said, to a
pepper fruit.
How do you
do, today?
Without a
pause, he
added too
It’s quite an
age, dear
you?
How-do-you-
do, lovely
bulb
-Replied, the
pepper fruit
Out there, I
camped
All season
through,
Pepper also
adds, too.
That aside,
the onion
said,
More closer,
the pepper
stepped –
Saying, what
bothers you?
Kindly tell, if
this is true
If truly our
death is due!
I hear of
knives, I hear
of grind –
And this
upsets my
mind!
Onion bulb! –
Think not of
that.
Thank God,
you have
made impart.
The world we
live, is just
like that,
One day, –
two friends
must part!
No! No! No!
Humans are
bad –
We need to
let them
know!
I dream of
days, still yet
to come,
Greater
things, I
would love to
show!
Onion bulb!
It’s always
good –
To do quick,
what you
could!
The time we
have, are far
too short.
Time is a rod,
it rust!
No! No! No! I
don’t agree
It’s not at
home, at all
with me.
Time-
Should be
sold and
bought!
The best of
time, listen
onion –
A well-spent
time, it is.
Just two gate
entrance the
world
Birth and
death, it is.
Oh my God, I
will soon be
picked
My brother
has just been
picked!
Even you,
your cap is
gone,
And still, you
still don’t
care.
What else,
what else –
Can I, or do?
Another
phase,
I head!
No! No! No! I
will make
them cry
Weep they,
weep they
like kids.
Perhaps,
perhaps –and
perhaps,
perhaps
Humans,
humans
would heed!
Rest in
peace, dear
onion bulb.
I still await
my death
Of Grinding
pestle and
the grinding
force.
‘’for every
soul, A must
is death!!!’’
Copyright © Adelaja Olayiwola | Year Posted 2013
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