Poetry

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

Written by Bada Yusuf Amoo

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

Bada Yusuf Amoo