Sunset At Noon

Poem By Uforo Umoh

Like fallen flowers
On trodden villainous path
Unwholesomely mercied at
Whims of cruel fate's feet,
Your beauty blurred,
Leaving my psyche eclipsed
In umbra of grief.

Still green, nurtured
To bloom to ripeness,
Our hopes shattered
As you got prised
From the stalk
By fate's fatal frosty claws.
But why yet unripe?

Thus tears careen torrents,
Like the sky refusing
Consolation desires
Deluge of evil earth;
Aves shrill eerily from
Dusk to dawn;
Oh! Sunset at noon;
Palled, we grope
For justice!

Yes, deride my
Nostalgic nuances for
Yore is gone when
My chirpy life was
Bugged by exhilarating
Fusses of Daniel.

But gravity commands:
Hover! But to ground
Thou shall plummet;
Nature orders:
Linger! But your destiny is dust.
Our destiny is dust!

So killer killeth to be
Killed by a killer,
So shall pistol wielder
Be asphyxiated by slug,
And dagger don shall
Die by his toy!

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