If I were
the wheat
And you were
the shaft
I’d stick to
you like glue
To let you
know I’m immune
To the
banters of men
Who separate
boys from men
In their
worlds they are sane
Yet they
dwindle in delusions
Of things they’re
not sure
If boys
become men
How then
could they be separated?
I see you
are gone
With the
winds though you smile
At me, you
fail in my instincts
You said
you’d be gone in November
We’re not
even in October
But you’ve
gone
Your
brothers you’ve forgone
To frolic
with your new found friends
In a new
state
With those
you’ve only known tonight
Leaving us,
only to mourn your leaving
If you were
dead it’d be no gain
I’d rather
see you leave in betrayal
Now we’re
even
I wasn’t
there but I heard
What you
said about my friends
You dislike
them but I understand
Birds of a
feather flock together
Noting your
kind was a good start
Being you is
another task
But by the
time you understand this
I’d be gone
May be at
the place we’ve all prayed
Sharing
bread with the folks you rejected
Yet ready
With open
arms to welcome you home
Join us for Poetry and sundry Talents celebration @ BE BLESSED (Season 3)
holding at UI ZOO Ibadan on 13th July 2013. Start time is 1:00Pm.
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