Tatata! Tototo! Tuftuftuf!
Ducking and scampering
not a war zone but war of protest
fisty arms speaking out.
Sunflowers made scarlet in mid-day sun
crimsoned from love gone sour -
was there ever love?
Leaders don't surely: reason why restructuring eloped...
There goes our soured soup
left in the open by menacing thugs
who dares eat it but the dead?
Will they come back alive again?
Curfew curfew here they knock
witting flute played by marshals
goaded by dwellers in Lion House
will it silence the youths to silences?
Will they use force to uphold our lamentation?
that we are thus tagged: lamentations of the silent youths?
It is night time this side of the river
tell me if it's day time
when I awake.
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Author:
Ifeanyichukwu Onwughalu (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 20th, 2020 14:50
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Your poems are so poignant, anytime, but especially now. We are thinking of you and your beautiful country and your brave, creative, dynamic people and wishing you peace and freedom from tyranny soon.
Thank you Jarcher. We are indeed in troubled times. This too shall pass!
what a timely write, my thoughts are with you and my hopes are that common sense - as ever, will prevail!
great use of imagery:
'There goes our soured soup
left in the open by menacing thugs
who dares eat it but the dead?
...
It is night time this side of the river
tell me if it's day time
when I awake.'
brilliant!
L. B. Mek, thanks for your kind thoughts. We will see better times surely.
Thank you!
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