They are passing through
This inland burble of water system again.
It wasn’t unusual of them, siting
On the tilting block of rock in which
At one end the whole of our humanity is
Slid down even its most kindly canyon,
Drifting out of every phase of the moon of hope,
Feeling the crimson in every speckle of the pulse,
When at its mouth is gathered
All the pain and pleasure that life
Has had to give, deserved or not.
But for them now, their levee
Has been erected, they can have
No more heart to sing love songs so sung sad.
© Olawale Famodun
Excerpt from the book “Poems Of Redemption”
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