Poetry

THE HOT MOURNING DEW By Kakaaki Ogbon

Written by Editor

Passers-by on this all-man land!

Have you seen? did you see? can you see?

The furnace breeze that like wind blow on our land

turning our hot weather to cold confused ‘what! oh God is this?’

Yesterday before this dark-light;

papa down to junior, all ate a bowl as if in love

but what a dawn! Little grows wing and rises to none

what integrity in our grains! They now compete with gold.

Have you been to the market square?

Women yester night prayed for a down

do we now have morning or mourning? Which falls

like shower of drought. Oh! our Canaan milk I fear

flows not again, we now dig to get the dregs as in well

shall we then blame the barren? She cried for one to bear,

or shall we now her imbecile dispose?

Yesterday, pennies traded with Mr. white were still for cowries

but we are now so rich! our pennies strive to beat stone prices

so wealthy! we buy money, for it’s too cheap to print

then, we needed butter, now, our bread with sand is filled

let he that shouts; ‘I thirst!’ remember Jesus’ wine on cross

let he that says ‘I love’ remember Samson’s life-loss

let he that wants crown say; ‘but not of thorns’

for we failed to shout; ‘change! change! but not for the worse!’

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.