No More! ! ! Poem by Adebayo Akande Smartfingers

Flaunt no more your ‘weapons’

In them, my picky eyes takes no delight

Like a false advert plaguing clients with blights

They are just shiny roses amid deadly thorns

Woe-man, weep not if futility results from your frantic strides

in trapping my heart, for hand-in-hand with failure, love rides

Am not blind, am much aware of the eye signals

Am not deaf, my ears grasp the desperate pulses of your heart

Insensitivity, you say you hate in a man ‘abi’?

(Sighs) What of insincerity?

What of insecurity?

Of a truth, you deserve no heartache

No doubts! with me, that be your sourly fate

Rome, they say never become in a day

My heinous love ‘tools’? forged long ago, by a lady of flay

As speedy seconds transformed to wearied minutes

Lonely Minutes to frustrated hours

Cumbersome Hours to routine-ridden days

Love-hunting days to love-hoping weeks

Love-battered Weeks to recuperating months

Recuperating Months to vengeful years

In the eyes of woe-men I have caus’d hot streams to flow

Take heed Woe-man! Be no victim! Steer clear!

Drop your weapons and flaunt them no more! …