Poetry

FROM FRYING PAN TO FIRE By Oladoyin Peace (Fountain Voice)

Written by Bada Yusuf Amoo

As the carcass of Plane

Lay strewn across the plain

Gnarled sections spread across the plain

Like a jigsaw puzzle lain.

Scorching grieve

Pinning grieve

Choking grieve.

 

Irrevocable shame

Drunken in shame

Becoming a meal

Beneath the Mill

 

Drunken to stupor

Its now but a vapour.

Sighed so high, yet sigh!

 

On the Rocking Chair of pleasure

All in splendor

In fire yet in ardor.

 

On the Rocking Chair of pleasure

Rocking on hot coals

Besmearing with fire.

 

Eyes agape

Yet sense be rape.

Fidelity a infidelity

 

Frying in the pan of civilization

“It doesn’t matter” a rhyme of woe

“I can handle It” a rhyme of wise fools in woe

And many be turned on the row

The row of infidelity

Upturning into fire.

 

Behold!

 

“Things fall apart

The centre cannot hold,

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.”

About the author

Bada Yusuf Amoo

DEAR EXCELLENCY, YOU ARE OUR NUMBER ONE VISITOR, WE VALUE YOU! Dismiss