A Tale Of Two Kings Poem by Adeoye Adetoba

Behind the barbed wire fences where dreams are caged,
In clustered tents, a cesspool of congregating hopes,
Awaiting another house of canvass of sheltering refuge,
To trade dreams in place of life endangered and hunted,
Lies the pride of the sun, its glory and its fleeing multitude
Cocooned in the darkness of time to rot and decay in safety.

Feet swollen and heavy; covered with mournful dusts
Gathered from the long gruesome trek from home
Recount the desolation of a nation reduced to rubbles and ashes.
Home long gone and lost in the burning flames of greed,
Home no more but sheltering canvasses of stifled dreams
Sprouting in the desolated wilds with encompassing sympathy
That embraces and shields from the lunacy of death
Ravaging the sacredness of home in utter blind rage and profanity.

Faces grim and pale with grief; robed of smiles and warmth
Recount the dreadful tale of lives slaughtered with impunity,
Children dismembered from shrapnel exploding with irrational tempers,
Women violated with brute and beastly lust of savage intents,
Families dispersed and scattered by the roving wind of anger
Away from its roots to the distant painful memories of hope forlorn
Bore the tale of lust, greed and blood-letting;
Of two kings and a vacant throne.