STRANDED - By Olaniyi Abdulwaheed
Stranded we are in the middle of the way, The missions get tainted with pecking mirage of gaffes, The wrinkles of the road smile With thorns of recklessness Of the driver Masquerading with regalia Of tainted innocence. The heart of the land, cracked! The eyes of the earth Blind! The body lost its head In the market of tusles The land is a tree With wooden stairs Of decayed root Growing boughs With absence of green leaves The land wears her gorgeous garment Celebrating rifts of ages, Between the old time and the fragile generation. © Olaniyi Abdulwaheed 2019