Treasure Island

Jubril Balogun

(Sept 21 1980 / Ogun state, Nigeria)

A Syndrome


The season of fear
Awakened by misty grief
Aye! Windy bears hope fare
Across unhealthy faces of reverie
Cutting through inevitable arduousness
Born of Boko-Haram conundrum
Wielded by disgruntled lot
To rid a stance in governance
A whipping tool of fate
Dangling in angstal winds
Whooping, lashing...
Driving towards abysmal repose
Creating a maelstrom
Cursing through wonted peace
Paced by echoes of mortality
Luring tears off wearied eyes
Saddened streams of immense sublimity
Drifting utter wails of contempt
Forged down our plaintive throats.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, May 15, 2013

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