IS ANYONE BOASTING STILL?
1.History is a story relayed
Often a distant once upon a far time
fable
TILL I witness one now in cold reality
Eyi Sóju Mi na
Noah’s Ark was real Afterall
Same as the parted ocean and the
floating axe
Stories of those exempted and the
multitude consumed
WHY aren’t they so far fetched anymore?
What once seemed like scriptural
compilation
crafted to
keep us in perpetual awe of the Creator?
2. Busting at the
seams, peopled beyond count
I was sucked too by the slogan of a city
that never sleeps
TILL I saw a New York that didn’t wake
up in weeks
Her deserted streets a reminder that
impossible is fib
Dried of energy, the neon lights grew
dim by the day
London Overground. Piccadilly Circus.
Madame Tussauds
WHAT stupid dreams could have captured
these places empty?
A ghost city, drained and hastily
abandoned
Churches, mosques, pub houses all in one
stroke worldwide
None to tell God’s children nor
Lucifer’s apart
3. I thought
clueless was a word for dummies
The inglorious preserve of those who
came first from rear
TILL I saw the world’s brightest and
best vacillate on global stage
Science. medicine and politics combined
in rare collabo
Professors of Cockroaches and of rats
Epidemiologists, rheumatologists,
infections & infectious experts,
Offered little more than the unschooled
herbs seller in Abeokuta
Confusion is never better defined
Than the counsel to inject and digest
poison to stay alive
4. The golden gated fortress of the
mighty
I considered impenetrable to the most
vicious of intruders
TILL I saw Downing Street succumbed to a
virus’ noiseless entry
And the life of the nation’s Prime
citizen hung by a thread
It smeared the White house, assailed Aso
Rock and rubbished the Kremlin
Men of God of famed miracles, acclaimed
terrors of the devil
Joined me in hiding and bid me keep
quiet in utter trepidation
Endless queues of glittering cars on
food ration abroad
Tell that the poor and the rich, of
persons and nations
Are all but a case of circumstance
5. Whenever the fury of the angels
vanishes
And we see again on the other side of
this tumultuous season
The streets will bubble again with their
crowds
The Faith centres with their worshipers
Forget not to lower your shoulder, thou
haughty fool
None is wise who can’t act stupid, No
saint who can’t be a scoundrel
None is powerful who can’t be
vulnerable, nor rich who can’t become poor
Here before us is a moment in history
That must forever remind us of our
collective emptiness
Before GOD!