DARK NIGHTS IN PLATEAU
By :Wasiu Adekunle onanubi
Multitude of souls crossed over
to a place where the deed of
a man is inscribed on his face.
Here is a tale of how places
where roses float on their dignity
turned to the crossroad of places
where the moon drowns in tears.
I saw how a boy sent a note to God,
written with tears on the skin of
his dead mother and when
he saw the lifeless body of his
father he frained about his existence.
As I watch this land bleeds,
And innocent souls embark on
a journey of no return-
I pray that someday a child will
smile with his teeth in his mouth.