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momodou jarju

Rookie - 50 Points (24/10/93 / mariama kunda)

DEFECT


In the raining season, the sky reason
That August of ocean dropping deep asleep in the mid of the night
With dulcet dreams am sighting on my feature flourish
In a mood for moiling, the weeding of green grown groundnut
Tomorrow that would soon spot

Suddenly, I heard a strike, audible sound echoed deadly
Like a recidivist of Al-kaida, I awake, my tick-tack throbbing
As if drum beats, I sat up and perceive
But I knew what it was I went out and wait,
If any I could hear another sound
Yes, it did- as it flashes white across and rumble
I tremble along with the house and the earth

That mid molesting and mad made night
Did denied my wont of dreaming in that night
Thus the crop of the daylight has brought news of mortality
Of corpse overwhelms tall the houses collapse and tress fall
The big "bantaba" tree is a victim.

"An abomination, why phenomenon"
"The shadowed of throng during meetings
The great giant baobab shade had cleft asunder…"
"Lo! Lo! Uprooted and hurled on the ground
Across the path forth the village market"
"We would go strike to eschew horrors and harms"
"If white pieces aren't given out-
Our parentage would bring course and smear our born"
The alternative talk of the day

Indeed, tremor was blatant in that midnight sermon
Impulses' thought it's a reckoning, calling upon man
To thy lord but it wasn't Friday!

The alternatives again:
"I held my breath and shoe sleep, " She said sadly.
"I was watching around waiting the blow of the trumpet,
After all- it's a caution, he said in tipsy"
"I was shock in a spot- that the cosmos is done for"
Said, a trembling bloke

Indeed for that rumbling echo has feared feet
Over that which is a must? We snub all behests of the Just
When we are shock, stuck and stroke, remember God and call his aid
Who is man outwitting after all?

Submitted: Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Topic of this poem: rain


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A terrible rainfall happen one day at my village in Mariama Kunda which was so scare as the thunder rumbled and make uproar sound that a lot though the world is about to end!

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