Tuesday, 20 August 2013

Snapshots of Sorrowed Sights

(You may waste not your wages
Writing the story)
The vista of those gory ordeals
Is mounted on our memories
The charred chests of mothers’ sons
The battered beauty of fathers’ loves


Our retinas retain
The rusts of dangling duralumin sheets
The foray of flames flying in the air
The shipment of homes on flood-street

Our brains bear
The sorry sight of orphaned kids
The bare breasts of weaning wives
The lean strength of surviving husbands
The ammonia-air of over-packed families

Append
The sentence for a telephone thief
The freedom for a foremost felon
The banquet for the penitent pests
And,
The sublimation of the peoples’ milk
Through the skies of their slave-masters

(You may make a kaleidoscope
From these pieces of littered lives)
The snapshots of sorrowed sights
Of yesterday regrettably strangled
Of tomorrow terribly entangled
In the testaments of today

6 comments:

  1. You a nigerian for sure...I really dig this piece...i hope poetry can be welcomed in The republic of Niger..my country...For me this line killed it..
    .......Append
    The sentence for a telephone thief
    The freedom for a foremost felon
    The banquet for the penitent pests.........

    SAED

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    1. I am a Nigerian o. lol. Poetry transcends time and can penetrate anywhere. We need awareness... It could start with you, by you, from you... Thanks for feeling the piece. Thanks for stopping by and reading.

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  2. Ifeoluwa Shanks Egbetade21 August 2013 at 18:47

    This is cool.

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  3. SAED....poetry is life and light unto dark paths...i only hope that poetry and bring peace to the troubled regions of the world...And very soon Niger shall witness this...Just keep in touch..thanks

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