The Town Crier Poem by Ifeoluwa Philips

I have walked through the thin
Through the dark with nothing
I have thought about been well
Though all seems got deeper than the well
Father and mother on the road
Sister and brother, on their hair a heavy load
The little child crying
Crying for nothing but for sucking
Moment has traveled farthar my age
In little understanding farthar to my age
I have walked through the dark
With loveless and careless aback
I have seen
Maybe when I thought about my sin
There lives like a black light in my mind
I ink in the sheet all read but never mind
I have walked through the broken glasses
Leaving aside my sight less burnt glasses
I had it walked alone
Pray for my father never to die alone
Ways are well combed
Alluring the sights like an honeycomb
I have rang my warning bell
But everyone pretend sleeping on a sooth bed
Yes! I am a town crier
Should I tell a lie, and become a lier
I have my bell with my pen
Snoring through the ink less pen
Tough and rough
Clumsy words never get enough
If I do be myself keeper
What a gain is it, if my brother is sinking deeper
The rainbow has faded off the sky
Only meant to express a love beyond the sky
My sister couldn't see the cloudy cloud
And my brother in lamentation and crying aloud
Dong dong dong!
Maybe it couldn't sound beyond its dong
Dong dong dong!
The tone of a town crier still sounding ding dong
Hear my words, oh wise ones
Give meaning to my clumpsy voice oh ye wiser ones
If I tell my story in cry
Oh give hear to my sound of cry.
When you hear the sound of the gong
Give hear to my ding ding.