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Tony Ogunlowo Poem
If we had known he was coming
we would have played our drums
till our fingers bled.
Our women
would have decorated themselves
painting their bodies and nails
and weaving colours into their hair
they would have laid their wrappers
down on the dusty ground
for him to walk over.
We would have hung banners
from the trees
and buntings would adorn every house.
We would have proclaimed
the day
a public holiday
and we would all have gathered and waited,
danced and sang
and made merry
while we waited for him to come.
But not he,
like a master that catches his servant sleeping
or
like a thief that comes silently in the night
or
like a ghost that blows in with the morning dew
he came.
no drums, no trumpets, no praise-singer
heralded his arrival
and he was standing in our midst
before we even knew it.
Copyright © Tony Ogunlowo | Year Posted 2023
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Tony Ogunlowo Poem
I live in a translucent room with no door
It has
floor-to-ceiling glass windows.
Like a two-way mirror
I can see out
But nobody can see in
I am trapped!
My life
is like a hut
in the middle of Daedalus finest maze
he built for King Minos of Crete.
There is no way in
And no way out.
I have tried to escape
But to no avail
I'm forever getting lost.
My mind
Has grown selfish over the years
there's no one to think about
and no one to care about
Just me
lost in this labyrinth of my mind
for where there is no escape.
Like a tortoise
I carry my world around with me in my shell.
Copyright © Tony Ogunlowo | Year Posted 2023
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Tony Ogunlowo Poem
The streets are deserted,
not a single soul is about
even the winos and street bums
are nowhere to be seen.
There are no cars on the road
or any planes in the air
it’s so eerily quiet
you can even hear a pin drop.
We’ve all finished panic buying
and capsuled ourselves within our homes,
peering cautiously out of the windows
of our temporary prisons
as now and again
an ambulance screams by
- With a police car in tow,
to pick up another casualty
of this virus we cannot see.
It’s Apocalypse Now
as nightly
the government reels off the latest grim
figures,
the health workers are working flat out
- and so also are the undertakers!
Nobody can see an end in sight
and we can only pray
the virus doesn’t claim us next.
Copyright © Tony Ogunlowo | Year Posted 2023
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