I.
My Root is
a vegetation of tasteless
greed
made edible for arid mouths
with blue water that precipitates
thirst.
II.
Her body is
an array of myriad kerfuffle
spurred by raucous lips
at the market place of
bodies.
III.
Her temple is Holy:
meshed with native blood
and blind creed
that waters blunt minds
in the balcony where death
sleeps.
IV.
Look at her children –
vain promises of blatant lies
told on white tongue
to be stomached by
fools.
V.
they are juicy fruits
dead on the tongue
of tomorrow.
VI.
I am a son of this earth
inhaling this strangled air
treading –
this muffled land
a carcass of its own shadow.
IBRAHIM, Abdul-lateef. M – a young budding writer who uses poetry as an instrumental tool in voicing out circumstance, as he perceives it. Ibrahim studies Law at the University of Ilorin, but writes poem as a passion.
