Ajala Samuel Akindele

Rookie - 236 Points (27 09 1997 / osun state)

Boy On A Swift Fence - Poem by Ajala Samuel Akindele

Swiftly, I rolled up and down
Like a boulevard pitch rotten
of a tree cankerworm.

My head mingle with straggling;
Hesitation to downpour of life,
Keen struggling me like a
bewilder heart agitation.
The fence is calling Right;
The fence is calling left;
The South turns West sight
The East turns North sight
The four cardinal point meet at
my beloved head.

Nigeria,
When will I be free?
Why are her people dying?
When will live the will of fate?
Why was her nation straggling?


Poet's Notes about The Poem

the misery of the nation nigeria cause distraction for a boy, he was unable to cross to the right path and was in a trance form of fence

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 31, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, August 1, 2014


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