Treasure Island

Kolade Seun


Its weird only when its a cry;
Its mild and a norm to be without a fright;
cataclysmic experiences bury forever plight;
Unexpected predicaments to contend with all the remain might;
weirdness conceived...

Sojourn in the land of fear;
Cheap commodities of fright for sale;
what a journey to embark on by this new itinerant!
Lucid variations of harmonious feeling of fear;
pale pedestrians sail in their pairs...

A new life of charade for the fear of fear;
recurring encasulation of the reason for the tear;
the fear to play;
even to pray;
All squadron withdraw, retreat and hide with personalities of lesser fear;
still, no not one, that is not borne with this same fear.

Submitted: Monday, August 12, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem is for all who have been affected by war, directly or indirectly. Like J.P. Clark has posited, we are all casualities of war; ' we are all casualties; all sagging as are the cases celebrated for kwashiorko; the unforeseen camp follower of not just our war.'

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