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Poetry: Where Death Dwells And Give Us Hope (A Beggar's Burden) by RapportNaija(m): 5:37pm On May 20, 2017 |
1 - Where Death Dwells ******** If this is what poetry births, I do not want to be a poet You see, I have forgotten how to cry again The membranes made for tears are dead now They over-cried their hearts and suffered an attack While they worked and walked through cruel corridors; With spirits calling out for redemption on benches and broken beds ******** The hospital is a fine place - come to Nigeria and see And I love her scents like I love appalling things Only I am a smell allergy to a tragical sense And when this scents call at me from shadows , Stretching, sneezing, stressing and suffering I become shivers running down my own spine . ******** As pastors are pointers to salvation So are doctors and nurses to redemption -recovery Only pastors these days are parasites plundering sanctuaries Only doctors and nurses these days are nightmares , With harsh handlings of victims and revelations of death Scarring satanically the courage of survival out of dying breaths ******** This poetry is a lamentation of a heaven turned hell by merciless mortals And again I am made a weeping poet sinking in the rivers of his own eyes I miss humanity like I miss oxygen and I now cherish living without pains The things I see these days are contradictions and confusions Like death dwelling defiantly in healing houses - hospitals Like governments governing houses housing ghost and shadows 2 - Give Us Hope (A Beggar's Burden ) ******** Feel the still silence noisily nudging my muse From stings of slumber to punches of paper Yesterday I saw hope beg for hope On rags of rust and ruins And I cried money Into her hands Stretched like A beggar's. ******** A heart, And many miseries of, Pleas and many silent sobs , Of give us hope to cope and hope. A cross, many miseries milked And averted through stones of gifts Feel the still silence noisily nudging my muse From stings of slumber to punches of paper Written by Ifeoluseyi Ifeoluwapo Ifeyemi Read more: http://www.rapportnaija.com/2016/12/where-death-dwells.html 1 Like |
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