It is a life of struggle and strife.
Even the seer screams of cosmic mischief.
Peace once thrived on this land.
Now perverted by violence and death.
The body rots, Hence, the sodomy of the
unfortunate souls in bleak realms.
The once meek and fair now venomous.
The oasis that once flourished the wandering soul
now turned a valley of despair.
The sounds of flutes and timbrels. The melodious
voice at the night gathering of kindred souls dies.
The rattling sounds of guns raped bodies of lives.
Life savers now blood suckers.
Feeding off the fountain of innocent's bleed.
All that is fair now tainted.
The few that yet lived now plunged into the abyss
of desperation.
Like being dead.
Is the sentence of body and soul in a timeless
universe.
A lost soul trapped by a cold wall to eternally
scratch.
Terminally locked in a vast universe of dull stars.
» Olugbenga Itunu Ogunderu
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem