OUR HOME

This ball is lonely

In midst of others in space

It’s haunted by death

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LOST

Her fluorescent eyes, electric gaze

Dazzling beauty that awakens tears.

Aroused, we’ve followed her to this strange place

Where bulbs glow in black air.

We left our home, where we’ve known peace

We left our aged mother, with tears, wet

We walked past singing birds, green trees

We’ve come to watch the great sun, set.

It’s nightfall here! We don’t know

Where we are, who cares though?

Lady science is here, blowing us to dust

And we’re lost, in her lust.

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Poems © Mobolaji Olawale

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