Story Untold Poem by Idowu AdegbileroIwari

Art of all genres
Have bred the gene of one tone
That the thrones have yet to probe
The flow of love across the souls

Relayed by the mercantile Stars
Making a show of its worth, though
Yet, mocking the essence of its might
Love has been orphaned, the fugitive we all made

Often sang but never said
Rhymed but not rhythmed
Performed but never perceived
Preached but never practiced

Taught in theories in their schools
But never worth considering in their souls
Great souls that trail the time
Time and tide that would wind off like scrolls

Regularly popular but usually fameless
Showy always but normally faceless
Oh love! Oh love!
The loudest tune never heard

Halt this noise and appeal to voice
The voice of reason, the voice of passion
That cries in the outer wilderness of shame
Hate, we harbour in our hearts, exiling love from our hearts

Having sang so much of love
We have yet to lit its flame
That can cremate the discord of hate
And guide our mouths to profess the symphony of a story yet untold.