Lamentations... (for those 2017 is taking along)

in #poetry7 years ago

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my body became a heap of injured memories
& ooze smell of wailings
for lost souls, who got tired trying to locate home
for dark minds in dark rooms looking across a window for misplaced lights
There is no greater pain and misery
than seeing a voice become a music box of silence...

i have heard tales -sad tales of people whose body became too proud to greet dawn
of souls who never saw the light of their.tomorrow
i have lived in places beyond the idea of a home
& seen men who lived in themselves- a quiet body of corpse
i have seen women leave their home.for.the edifice of a cemetery
& i know this world is indescribable in words but voices that escape when hope died
i know, you know, we know death is the reason tomorrow looks far and near- a conflict of distance.

i have seen death

  • in the smile of a mother holding her 27th 'abiku'
  • the tears of aleppo girls who live in the remnant of their dreams
  • the voice of boys wandering in forest of frustration
  • i have seen death burn a father with the wax of hunger

i have seen death

  • twice in the twinkle of my father's eyes- first.was a glint from his dream
  • in the laugh of husbands whose pregnant wives died with their names
  • visit Kano, going on feast nights after nights
  • i have seen death sweep across Lagos beyond canals and gutters could.hold

i have seen death and it.is in.the.voices of singers at a mass funeral

we pray for you

  • for the boys who were quick to become ancestors
  • the dreams that evolved into.glory
  • for the girls whose sun gave up.their lights
  • and for our nation- a desolate.home.for.grief

we pray death leads you.into every rest.that this world lacks
we pray.your souls find God and his peace

And the rest of us

  • darkness shall not overpower our lights
  • our days shall count into length
  • and our legs shall continue to find home

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