Tomorrow - To My Hole Poem by Micheal Olaniyi

As their uproar
Rained down in torrents
Pouring heavily on my bewildered heart,
I was drenched
And my body shivers of the coldness.

To give it a cold stare
Is beyond my emotions,
Rather I clung to the next passenger
Like grabbing close a pillow
By a groom with no bride
When it rains hard.

Yes! Its on easter
Just by the road side,
The students lay by
Cacophonically mourning
With their bridgade drums
On the smoothly tiled road
Swimming in their innocent blood.

Some kept chorusing and chanting
Sweet disheartening dirge,
Some screaming and wailing for help
In rescuing the rest from death
Tip top some blood drips
And my heart bleeds
Dropping through my pen's nib.