I write in total absence of my being
A letter not posted on paper being
A thought, a simple thought,
From the hollows of my heart
A liquid letter strolls by my eye,
Painting my face with washed mascara,
As I view the fallen towers before me,
How did we let them get this far?
Dear Lord, hope we haven’t traded our sanity?
For their bellies shine from crude oil,
And their bodies expand from imports
They make their offspring dual citizens
And feed our offspring with dual riffles.
We have looked at them as blind men
Our sight they replaced with currency lens,
No way! This has gotten too far!
Our knees will no longer bend to slavery
Our kinsmen will no longer deceive us with bakery.
Read – Egbere(Bush Baby) – A Poem by Funminiyi Akinrinade, Nigeria
