Ta ,Ta, Ta...
A reminder of the drum ,
Land swimming of human flies
Now filled with Red water..
Cheers! To the doom we never expected
But invested.
All we see cultivated at the farm
Not one true hoe left.
Woe!, Come let rejoice!
Woe!,It the tears of happiness !
For -unto us is a result .
Come let amplify the beginning ,
Let know what happened to our Gay land,
A land whose beauty put to shame Eden
Whose purity outshines paradise ,
For the end is the beginning of our desolation.
Digging down, dangerously draining in destruction,
Let trace the ale we followed.
The enemy we aided.
All for the lust of diamond
Depositing our creator
In search of a revolution .
Ah!, what an illusion I must say
Fermented is now our brains!
If possible let thunder rains.
The tale is ours to tell .
Secret ours to bury .
Despite the burning love
Our development was on lust
And now we ourselves are loss.
So should I say the beginning is the end?
Or the end is the beginning ?
Or the end is what we see ?
And are earnestly awaiting the beginning
On this papyrus I place my answer.
©phayegrillo
About the poem and poet
A poem by oluwapelumi Grillo that journeys from the aftermath of destruction down to the root of destruction. The poem stands as a tool of light in the dark pointing out the wrong
Asking questions of what the future holds since the future is now the present and the present will be the past.
Themes
Lost
Oneness in destruction
Doom
Happiness in destruction
Solutions
The poet a student of Lagos state university despite not in the field of the artistic could not help but tell the tale of the past she never lived but base on stories told.
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