Poetry

THIRST OF A EARTH By Atoyebi Oluwafemi Akinlawon

Written by Editor

Some drink from river full of pillages

churned out of the dying land.

No thanks to the native guns

Smiling at the wretched bodies at will

in an open field. Who tells the story of

the deprived wood, cut when the fibre is

too edible for the elephant’s lunch?

Some sip from state ocean springing

blood, the labourers sweat. What right

has the limbless water? Turning back is

cultural crime. It is a taboo for a stream

to gulp from its generous gift.

And, now the earth is thirsty; the brooks

are dried and the soil is hot. Whose blood

will make a cooling spray? The drunkards

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.