LAND OF MOURNERS By Adepoju Isaiah Gbenga

Written by Editor

Flapping feathers of hooters 

From every corner of the house

Afraid of the fall of night

Dead sweats each on their brow

Butterflies over another, dead! 

Mother flies on schedule for dirge

The young birds on the door step

Of the mourning undertakers

Who now would carry the dead,

Upon its heavy shoulders? 

Whom is braver! Brave enough 

To hum the night dirge

Without hotness accompanying 

The flood of his heavy eyes

If then one is found, and marches 

Unto the field

The field that is filled with cold figures, would refuse to welcome

Another sojourner 

Into its space-less apartment 

If no more, the field accepts 

Our cold sojourners, 

Then no more would we weep

But to leave them naked on the field

Defiled by mourning birds

For no more is this land a land

Of peace and tranquility 


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.