Poetry

NOT OF THIS LAND By Atoyebi Oluwafemi Akinlawon

Written by Editor

I would have sent you a handful

size of my country sand for you

to know the texture of peace

but the gods have spilled the blood

of virgins on our earth so,

it emits the heat of vengeance.

I would have fetched the freshest lily

across to you to relish the scent of native love

but the odor of the wasted soul,

rotten dreams and stinking carcass

has spoilt the nectar’s source.

If you see a brimming sun,

it is not of this land. Ours is a wailing cloud…

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.