In It Together Poem by Oluseyi Akinbami

From the soil tainted in carnal garbs
Filthy, soiled in spirit and flesh
Blemishes gather like dust too many for hyssop
Daily treading the path of multitudes blindly
Yoked in yoke by gloom and horror
Through these and I more, I was there.

My wearied feets, brokenness of heart with bones
Wobbling hearts mocked by men
Errors of lying men preventing another step forward
And mortal in same spree for wrongs wearing faith
Through these and more, I was there

In tears like blood flowing freely in secret chambers
In regrets of life’s portion of pain blowing coolly on my brow
In agony and hunger feigned as strength
In desire for good, but monitored by powers to wrongs
In these also and more, I was there,

When avalanche of crashes crushed this spine
And my comforters ceded pity to mirth
Watching from afar saying ahah ahah
Then I bow in voiceless and awe and wonder to say
Through these and more, I someday must cease.