I AM SAD LIKE A FUNERAL - BY SAKARIYAU ABDUL AZEEZ
The question that
torments my head
wages war against my
heart
The degree of its
provocation
lures tears to my eyes
like excessive rain falling from the sky
It keeps me in an
agony of deepest dejection
as it always makes me,
tired to think
I cry from the depth
of my mind
but the world around
me is too dark to notice my existence
I am sad like a
funeral
cos the wind whistling
around me hinder the projection of my voice
My homeland is burning
Adult and children are
wailing
Wailing without approaches
to quench the blazing
The fire is in ecstasy
And my people in
disarray
How easily the trauma
evaporates from their minds
When the fire fighters
are around
Is the surprise in my
eyes
And when their
services are rejected
After an accusation of
harsh dexterity
To curb the inferno
The Echoes of disarray
continue
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