Infant, Man, And Grave Poem by Alade Abayomi Idris

Had I know
I would have peeped,
Question myself on things
Alas! Oh! Alas!
I never know myself nor where I leapt from
I leapt and later I know myself
Pitied by the picture of myself
Nude in the cold
Toolless in the verdure
Unarmed for the raging battles
And no fuel to light off the engulfing glooms.

Gory things I see
Without prior knowledge and preparations
I yelled and wailed
I want to return to my world
The world I know nothing of
Then come the forces
Hold me with all strengths
No trick worked
No tactics pulled through
Forces manacled me to this suffering world
I yelled, and wailed
Cried and cried all day.

'I never belong here'
'I am nude in this cold'
'I'm unarmed in this bloody field'
'Toolless in this flourishing verdure'
'Fuelless to light off this scaring glooms'
I cacophonously cried my agonies
Sang songs in dolor
Forces refused to let go
I cried and cried
In summer and winter
In the coming and going of
the sun
'I don't belong here'
'Let go of me'
I noised my themes
Forces too deaf, refused to let go.

Well dried, pipe ceased to run
Noise faded, leaving my mouth closed
'I hate forces' I concluded
I looked at the horizon
Graced with strands of rainbow
I made friends with time
Trudged within days
Only to find myself in the horizon
Where lights flicker
Clothes too many, I can't wear all
Houses too many, I can't live in all
I smile, fall in love with the forces
That never let go of me
Into my world
World I know nothing of.

Here I know too well
Though troubles journey here and there
I have schooled to dodge them
'I never want to go'
'I never want to leave'
'I like it here'
These I cry and cry
To the forces that held me
'Hold me tight'
'Tighter than before'
'For the manacle is loosing it holds'
'Hold me tight! '
'I don't want to go'
'To the world I know nothing of that beckons'
I theme my cry
As I amble with Time, the friend I Must journey with.