The Timeless Death Of Hunger Poem by asaolu kolawole ifedayo

And if our little strength within
Should be tested by foodless faith
Who among us shall stand
To withstand the war of hunger?
Death within death
And grave within grave
Where a single pregnant-death
Shall give birth to seven-graves

Marauding toddler in the street
With a crown of seeking thorns
Crawling to market places
To buy the liver of costly frogs
Our trader's head bent low
Under the heat of mourning sun

When penny shall replace dollar
And cowries for naira
To re-sell our SAMARIA city of famine
With our naked king
Breaking his golden throne
With a lean-fist of anger

Thence money shall fail hunger
And hunger shall fail death
And death shall fail grave
When the dragging net of life
Shall succumb to more precarious air

Until our eyes is lifted up
And heart is seen purest
With our praying mouth without guile
Gathering cloud of mercy
Clearing the COVID thunder above
To ease the heart of doubled-rainbow
Painted by CORONA BLOOD

When master's pride
Shall turn as slavery mind
Reaping as Job latter end
In the land once forgotten and barren
And ah! Then shall God Almighty smile
When our wilderness shall again turn to paradise.

By Ashaolu kolawole ifedayo
April