GIVE ME A YEAR By Mutiu Saheed Alowoeshin

Written by Editor

My heart sobs and cries of no sizzle

Upon how weight all I have gotten

I am hale and healthy yet I have rotten

When the rapture blows its whistle

For I am deaf and dumb yet I can hear

Yes, I can see afar even in my state of blind

And I think of those here on my mind

Is it the whistle of the end that is near 

Or it is blown to rectify all that I have erred 

Is it the whistle meant for personnel

Who use to light the candle of the tunnel 

Or it is blown to humiliate the figure head?

Until my slumber wakes me with water

That the whistle blown is for the end

And the living wake for it’s not to amend

Thus I should swallow all I have utter.

A request from thee to the rapture 

“Kindly read my first three lines in poem

And please let go of me to the realm”

The realm that will give me a capture

Please give me a year for I need to cant”

Says rapture “a second from me is a rant”.

About the author


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.