The Lonely Island Poem by omoloja yusuf

On this lonely island, the food is deer
our problems is even enough for us to bear

How can we dissect peoples smiles
even When they hug you from miles

sometimes in the early morning wake
when the lands and mountains bake

You have to look into the solidarity of friends
for they might be shaky support of foes

We come alone
in our death, we are going alone

In the struggle for the deer
with horns reaching to the rear

He who wants the legs go for it
He who wants the head aim for it

But some wants the whole, to eat
to keep and to waste

Such is the lonely island.