Our Home: Two Poems by Mobolaji Olawale

Image: Pixabay.com
Image: Pixabay.com


This ball is lonely

In midst of others in space

It’s haunted by death



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.


Poems © Mobolaji Olawale

Image: Pixabay.com

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Mobolaji Olawale

Mobolaji Olawale, a medical doctor who has been published and has works forthcoming in The Kalahari Review, African Writer, Brittle Paper and Afridiaspora, writes from Lagos, Nigeria. He worries about his FPL team every weekend.

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