WANTED
I
The sun buried itself
Behind the moving mighty mountains.
The birds flew to their hiding places
To *omegalize* their diurnal exertions.
There,
I heard her calling like a neonate
"Honey, it's been a while.
Where have you been?
When will you be back?"

II
She called
And there came no response
But a little voice from behind she heard

III
"Mother! I've gone far,
Far beyond a callback,
Lured to the dirge of time.
I've joined THEM in singing the 'redemption-song',
Playing the game of death
Trotting from lairs to hidy-holes
After unhinging the POWERS,
Doing the self-answering to my prayer for equity,
Fighting to equalize the simple addition,
Since I can't define my own "go ye",
I've got to do something on my own.

IV.
I've learnt how to strike and retreat
When to lunch and shield
Why I have to and the needn't
Solely doing a diehard struggle within and without.
I've been to shrines and temples
To Churches and to Mosques
Seeking faces
Seeking names
But returned with a jillion of zero
Nothing provokes, nothing interest
But if by tomorrow I return
Smiling in a casket
With pellets flocking in my head
And the mourners doing their job piously,
Please,
Tell my brothers, there is a world in this world
A world for the worlds alone.

AKINMULEYA AYOWUNMI ALFRED
©2017