they say to dream is safe. it is there we can laugh
without fear—and tonight the lions steal our sleep
and harvest our dreams—unfair. we sit. on fear.
somehow we tuck happiness into torn places
beneath this skin. places scourged by the scepter of
snakes we clad in the silk of
sons. this happiness is light. threads.
and somewhere the night is not too sure of us. of tomorrow.
we do not trust to open our eyes and find mother
still watering our wreck withered-ness and
wilderness in tears and blood. morning is
death. a new war. mother is mockery in the music of the mocking bird.
this is a-den. we draw close to light
at the tail of torture. happiness
is light. but this happiness is lite. the road
to the fun is a footpath to fiends furnace and fire. this
happiness. is lite.
i still don’t know how
in death and desolation we find the reason
to smile. we look at the graves of our burnt
mothers. bodies bent into mourning. yet we smile
maybe the grave is the answer. a rouse of peace. maybe
the grave is not after all a strange place where we could hang
souls sole and smile. a rest in peace.
i am afraid we are repetitions for powers. and this tale shall
repeat itself. and i am not afraid. if we burn
tonight. we burn.
a monument of smiles.
Goodness Olanrewaju Ayoola is a poet and teacher of English . His poetry has appeared in poetry journals and anthologies. Few of his poems have garnered awards and translated into Assemese. He is currently an International Director of the World Union of Poets and was one of the judges for the 2016 Green Authors Prize (GAP) sponsored by Words Rhymes and Rhythms. He is the author of ‘Meditations’, a collection of poems. He has an NCE in English and Yoruba languages and a B.A (ed) in English.
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