Which Way From Here
An empire failing and falling.
A unity dying.
Our ocean of tears,
an impotent before the weak little fire of inhumanity.
Scarcity of peace beyond the notion.
Oh the song of bestiality!
Brothers turning preys to brothers.
The pray' we pray,
like water in the basket.
Brothers' blood, sisters' carcass flowing in the
street like
"omi-yale"
The flame sailors are always ghosts!
Now and then,
heart's black and dark,
humanity's turning off.
The dreams we dreamed of
The hopes we longed for
Are flowing away like traveling river.
A three seater carriage of the empire's destiny.
Three places where three "differences" meet.
A road to unity and oneness laced with sacrifices.
Path to "my clan only" afresh it glows with
sentiment.
Way to "pocketalism," wide and free with little
question.
And here we stand again,
Searching our rider's eye,
Which way from here?
Copyright © Ijalana Afolabi | Year Posted 2014
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