OYIN INÚ ÀPÁTÁ BY JOSEPH-SAM SARAH

         OYIN INÚ ÀPÁTÁ

Stained city walls, bold past
Cocks and chicks crowing neither in fear
Magnificent emotions gone with the wind
Blindly visions rule the comic
Pictures white, black and physical
As dew droplets on dyed leaves.

Beat aloud, gong wrist
Fishes and whales bleached off their clothed skin
Heated fire quenching it flames
What has poetic shoes got the lamed lame?
Not a single penny to boast
A stone for his kin.

Wounded breast, moan in confusion
Infant lay in blossom maturity
Broken between all odds
Love against those walls
Gestures thick, painted by illusion
With patient reads close to reality.

Hands on clay, soberly sad
Purple linen hung about it wet
Solar mildness scorch it skin to dryness
Eerie laughter flickers amidst dampness
Told to feet, covering so hard
Sworn falsely loosened ropes of earthen.

 Pouting malice, kept to heart
Spilled gallantly atop a stone
With terrific chance of effrontery
Mark down tonnes of rich penury
Above the wheel, hope in debt
Breathe light the cold.

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