Snatched cluster of noise
on the croaky stairs of anger
betrays the pent-up steam
of scattered months and years
...
I shall sing a song
here at the crossroads
where flower breeds
and decision fights.
...
“Unlike sea of people, I like to rock the boat”
Emevwo Biakolo
Tell them:
The cat came in
...
Where are they
who through terrible eye-fingers
crossed the heated paths
for the sake of justice?
...
I am a Lecturer of Literature at Redeemer's University, Mowe, Ogun-Nigeria Publisher of LeaderSpeak Magazine, Facilitator of Strategic Leadership Summits, Poet, Author and Co-ordinator of Bible School in Graphics.Married to Sharon Titilope, a mass communicator, and the union is blessed with two young men, Majesty and Power)
When? When?
Snatched cluster of noise
on the croaky stairs of anger
betrays the pent-up steam
of scattered months and years
When will the confused arrow
snatched from the sleeping thunder
take up the golden bow?
When will the plastic wonder
of gathered thoughts
find a bed to sleep on?
When will the thunderous clap
become a milky stretch of silence?
When? When?