Poetry

DEATH By Ajao Abdulqowiyy

Written by Editor

A sand i born and rise again a brick
A brick i betide and vow to return
To my birthplace, A sand
Why should i fear? What i will lost by death

Ohhh! Dark agent
An oracle they call, i call him an agent
Grasp the faith of animate and inanimate.
Once in seconds, he visits
Whether at home or an office.

Death i see, its a soothsayer
Steer the way to my abode.
Ilé làbò ìsinmi oko.

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.