By
Wale Ayinla
Diamond In The Dirt
i have dug my sparkling teeth
in the pool of coloured fluids and foods,
but it came out unblemished…
except for the embers that perched on its lining
and bestowed it with a burden of dirt…
why won’t the lens blur in pain
when the particles of sorrow
hit it with a mist?…
they say
we can’t value wealth except when impoverished…
we can’t value good except when
the dagger of evil hatches our mind…
they say
we can’t value diamond
except when it passes through dirt…
but,
what if the dirt smudges the diamond,
and causes it to scoff
in the fury of melodramatic tussle,
who then values it?…
our diamonds were forcefully accrued
and dumped in the swoon of stained shackles…
our wives.our friends.our children…
our heartrob; whose heart has been robbed off us…
you’ve been wrapped
in the filthy hands of dirt…
but, who will save you ;
we await, gleefully.
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