A Revolution Song
this song of mine
is a revolution song
that must be chanted
in the streets of seven tongues.
And like a rainbow,
the colour of their lyrics
Shall be painted upon
the tombstone of men
who refuse to die in their sleep.
A story would be read
In the evening news.
Abdul is a Nigerian
who attempted suicide
but the fan in their house
could not hold his dream,
so it let him to fall down unto
the table of scattered dreams.
I heard that men
Pass this street every day,
Chanting this song of mine,
That we’re suffering and smiling
But this smile is a fading song
Of ageless sorrow
Which the world refuses to hear.
Songs of a Refugee
Who said poets do not grieve When they knit pain into words? – Fatima Salihu
Those who hold the night in their heart
know the heaviness of a war song.
The songs of those who carry the bags
of their dreams, fleeing ancestral lands.
The songs of the bones and flesh of
men who follow the path of a falling mountain
and the songs of the decaying blood
of drowning hearts.
The night has weaved its thread
into your mournful heart.
You now wear a darkness
the colour of night.
Place your burden upon the
history of a desert land
whose daughter sings a black song.
Your blood, they said is a flowing river
swallowed within a body,
it circulates within the belly
of a sorrowful drum
seeking a large heart, seeking freedom
in the theater of a refugee’s songs
Like a Dirge
the metaphor in this poem is that something is always lost – Adedayo Agarau
Stich your song
upon the blanket of history,
and you would hear the echoes
of rampaging feet.
Men wearing turbans,
Preaching their religion
into the bones of a night
the night that swallows the rhythm of a morning song.
You have learned to write
a dirge upon the pages of your soul
that when the turbaned men knocked upon your door
with the song of a black spirit,
you could not hear the sound.
They broke in to find you
Naked in your thoughts.
And like the dirge upon your soul
Their sermon was
Death, and brief and short like
Poems © Wazani Adamu Ijarafu
Image by Pete Linforth from Pixabay (modified)
Great job man 💪♥️
I pray the bigger dream comes to pass
Wow….so deep and beautiful
These poems are beautiful! I like the bio too 😂
Thank you Spicy and Ebere for finding time to read through. And for finding beauty in the poems, may we all find these beauties within our souls
@Doug thank you for the read.