SILENCE

 The days are the victims of fate

As euphoria of the “Change” we loved much

Is laid to the cemetery of the nation’s hope

Hanging on the neck of the engulfing silence…

 

And this silence is the panting of the market women

Gasping for life under the smiling sun,

But only to watch the dancing foots

And the echoing voices of the dead market.

 

This silence is the drowning tears of Work-Ass

Whose rights are right in their naked eyes

Buried in the ground of deceit and lies

And only to live in borrowed breath – breads.

 

The silence is the weeping of little children

Craving for happiness in the public streets

Blackened with dust of their daily toil for peanut

But are being rejected to dance to songs of penury

 

This silence is the agonizing agony of the aged parents

Whose fruits were plunged away unripe

Into the deadly desert of drowning destiny

Left to ponder in the desert of doubts…

 

This silence is SILENCE

The songs of mocking birds

 

Success

In

Life

Emerged

Not with

Changes a day; so

Endure.

 

And this silence is a war

In-between Life and Death….

Written by  Timileyin Gabriel Olajuwon,