Treasure Island

Alade Abayomi IdrisWhite

(November 25,1989 / Lagos, Nigeria.)

Here!


Men of god sent it away with verses of their holy book
Sun for our day
Moon for night.

Teachers sent it away with the light of their chalk
Sun for our day
Moon for night.

Bankers sent it away with the disco dance of their pen
Sun for day
Moon for our night.

Lawmen sent it away with quotations, wigs, and guns
Sun for our day
Moon for our night.

Doctors sent it away with piercing needle
Sun for our day
Moon for our night.

President and his men banished them
Sun for our day
Moon for our night.

Women are witches
Men are wizards
In gloom, we mate
Give birth and breed
With graves everywhere.

Submitted: Saturday, April 21, 2012
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