Poetry

By

Ogunniyi Abayomi

stripped water of justice

I saw the water of mystery in the line

of eulogy,

Bereaved of the script of unclaimed

sorrow.

Spilled for the redemption of his people

from the chains of junta.

Giving the land to enjoy the nature

they are endowed.

Justice blackmailed in a land of

great political history.

Efficiency the great sin among

the black and white.

We tried to hide under some clone

thinking all is well

with the weather.

Rain

Cant ride in the shivery

of the day in the blaze

of the sun.

The moving clouds of

water dropped into the holes

of drought in the space of time and season.

The running scales of

the winds,

the moving music at

the strings and rhythm

of the cloud.

The slippery tone of my

feet in the moving

wave of the waters,

Running in the lane of

fertility for the golden

measure of food across

the land.

Ogunniyi Abayomi

I was born in 1991 in the city of Lagos, Nigeria where I today reside. My love for poetry is very strong whereby I consider it a page of my life. I am aspiring to create positive values as a poet to my world.