The Adventure Poem by Akinrinola Tosin Emmanuel

POEM: THE ADVENTURE
POET: AKINRINOLA TOSIN EMMANUEL ft AKINRINOLA OLAYEMI
MOOD: REALITY


EMACOT

It all started in the sixth day of the week,
When our master sent us out to the world without given us milk
Be either we are tested to be strong or weak,
We have different assignment to carry just as the meek,
You read the first four verses and still don't understand the words
Let me tell you in mournful numbers am talking about the world
Where we are all sent out as a living creature
With the aim of fulfilling our destiny in this adventure.

In the morning we set out for the task,
But it is a pity some fell behind even in the mask,
I looked behind to see my love ones been pulled down like a dask
Yet, it a journey, an adventure which you can't predict even in the dark,
Young and old are all involve in this market
I remember on our arrival we were wrapped and been put in a basket
But going back home they dig and put us in a casket
I felt sober for this race because we can't stop, keep running like a rocket


EMACOT & OLAYEMI

This is the third stanza, you still don't understand life characterized by speculations,
life is a race of war, I saw people living based on calculation,
Gathered into the world of invitation,
The world of market I heard in description,
No matter how man liveth he shall get to his destination.
We came Into the earth with no one, its caught between two stools,
With no one shall we return.

Life a race of war, We cry, fight and enjoy;
We cross the bridge when it comes to us,
The world is a bubble; and the life of man is less than a span.
In his conception wretched; from the womb so to the tomb
For this journey is dangerous and woe is he that slumber.