Poetry

By

Samuel Ayoade

Horrors Of Planet Africa

A time I remember

When there was no december

When the weAnts suffered

From the white gods

Gods and aliens that died

In a strange land.

With padlocked mouths

We work behind paddocks

Our shame and regrets

Of Ants I read

In books that cook

The doom and dupe

My planet suffered.

When blood and flood

Mixed in a fluid

Like in Noah’s time

But the white men drank

Till they were black

They drank to stupor

From our sweat

Their tongues sweetened.

The white gods dug

the ground for gourds

And the gods and their dogs

Drank from black gourds –

The gourds they got

Under our black grounds

So, from ground gourds,

the gods drank, and their dogs too.

A time I remember

When we lost our semblance

Father’s mouth was dripping

Crimson molecules of aqueous solution

From the holes they dug

In his lips

In our father’s lips

In our fettered lips.

They stood afar off

Casting glances on

our funny semblances

With ambulances

To carry tired monkeys

Who work always

Even in trances

While their master romances

Fair pretty Nancies.

Samuel Ayoade

Samuel Amazing Ayoade (Blazing Pen) is an Oyo-based actor, singer and writer, born on the 27th of March, 1995. He has been published on various poetry blogs and featured in the BLACK COMMUNION POETRY ANTHOLOGY by Wale Owoade. He has several christian movies and musical tracks to his credit. He is the founder of Chrysolite Writerz Team. A Nigerian, a scientist but artistic in heart.

He blogs at: chrysolitewriterz.wordpress.com and samuelamazing.indonesiaz.com