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THE PHOTOGRAPHER

PENMIND PHBy Olaniyi Abdulwaheed

 

You mirrored man and gave him the colour of his flesh

Framed his height below ankle in the piece to be pix

Making pal’s gross mortal became statue

Statue fits for corpse, statue fits for parties

Parties of elusive world

Statue for memory of death

Statue for destiny in shallow grave

Statue for frazzled fate

While our death designed before death?

When Lord called for wedding

You were charged to design our fates

From dawn-to-dusk, dusk-to-dawn

 

At each juncture of life

You were to scan our hearts

Snap our needs and gave us the image desired

Gave us our passports

To echo the past life voyage

As momentum for unborn

But why our images deprived to be served?

 

 

For every soul, there, architects of haven

But here we were saved to live in peril,

You gave us negative as image

To picture ourselves in life,

Peep out from present binocular-to know;

 

In our land

Only tenants were rich

Jury chained the justice

Saints only sin to save

Clever ones, jittery fools

Poverty, the apex wealth

Who dare not, here, to pray for dearth?

 

But all of us accepted

The photographers were the drawers of our destiny.

He went above the sky

To snap us from the top

To reshape images for our belly,

Though we grew to the picture’s terrace,

Only it was stunted, grew not beyond our ankles

 

God even know every image is His

But every being is in your vision

Every man is in your gaze

But negative they are declared

If stepped beyond your capture.

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