At The End It Shall Speak Poem by David Olusanya

At the end it shall speak-
the truth I hid to save my head,
to keep my wine and embrace my bread
that made me look so fake and weak.

At the end it shall speak-
the truth I hated to love my mother,
to guard my girl and shield her from murder
this truth shall soon be news the peak.

At the end it shall speak-
the truth I held in the hollow of my lung,
it shall soon become the town criers' gong
when its unblemished blood shall begin to leak.

At the end we all shall see
the truth I drown in sorrow's sea,
to fasten my roof and caress my bed
while the heart of the innocent insistently bled.

At the end it shall speak
from the noisy street of my soul-
the truth I hid in my innermost whole.
It shall collapse on us like a dome of brick.

At the end it shall speak
like a mad lady that's lost her child,
its voice shall pierce through the forests' wild
and vengeance's threnody shall be its kick.

At the end it shall fly
from our cruel and callous coven,
the innocence of the chaste shall be proven
and I, and you, and we shall be shy.

David O. Olusanya