Air, I Hear Thy Tidings:

Somewhere in Uwah
Righteous tears chorus at night
From eyes whose existence
Was made a crime by dust

Souls question the dignity
Which colours the wings of life
They question the credibility of equality
Which gongs life

Somewhere in a home
A heart tombs itself
In an Ocean of blame
"God, why all these? "

Palpation drums
As frustration dances in a circle
Making a conundrum of the speeches
Rendered by the drum

Somewhere in a corner
A forlorn voice mourns
For all at hand
Which pulled a face

by Ekwueme Kelechi

Comments (1)

frustrations dances in circles, good one