Poetry

THIS ISN’T POETRY By Taofiqat Ayomide Nasir (Tnash)

Written by Editor

This isn’t poetry
that suckles fright to solace
but a tardy bell of restitution
sharpens by clutches of grievances
to tickle conscience to light

This isn’t poetry
to anesthetize tempered feelings
like dews dripping on roses
but a punctuated reality
crafted to question the follies of depravity

This is not poetry
that fuddle the fangs of imperfection
but a privileged piercing tongue
adorned with buds of criticism
to unfold the promises stillborn

This is not poetry
painted by a sane poet
whose grace might be sort with lies
to heal the scars of a breaking country
plagued with burning epidermis of jingoism
but
by a language barer in solitude
seduced by patriotism to speak

Aye this isn’t poetry
to be sang in festive cherry
but a tom-tom of dying unity
reflecting the once mated togetherness
lost upon the platter of In-dependence

About the author

Editor

Bada Yusuf Amoo 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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