The Grievous Soul Poem by Hassan Abubakar Olamilekan

Several years in pain,
Alone in a dreadful jungle,
No roofs to go back to.

His hope died long ago,
Dream was slaughtered, wickednessly,
And the bright future lost, in the dark-hole.

Brains were lost, to the hand of war.
In the name of brutal bombs,
Families were sailed out of the sea.

The living souls were down and blue,
Tears like rain, formed a river
And carried, the blood of the victims away.

When he remembered the incident,
The past embraced his present,
And showed him, the future.

Anger rose in him, like flame,
But helplessly he was, because
That couldnot bring back, his fleshes,
That had slipped away in bloods.

He came to a road, of conclusion,
'I will go home now and rest, '
And his life ended, on a peaceful tree.




Hassan Abubakar Olamilekan
Mystery PEN