Poetry

HERE By Ogunyomi Israel Abidemi


Here where I am,
The sun is closer to the earth.
Here where I am,
Heat’s pestilential pencil punctuates
The hairs on daylight’s brows.

Noon frowns his fearful face,
Withers the pastures
To the weary earth.
Cattle care-less for the baldish planes,
Manage the garbage with the daring dog.

Farmers, bend your hoes astride,
Harvest the tears of the wailing stones;
Excavators, strike your diggers harder,
I vow the shame of a barren base!
At last, the land offers its ugliest!
This season is the toughest!

About the author

Editor

Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.

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