The Unborn Creativities Poem by BUNMI OROGUN SAMUEL

Indeed silence she is and he is at moment,
Lies waiting passionate in a Queue,
Listening and hacking voices,
Hovering tenaciously for a mark,
Marks of life and death,
Lurking behind a clouded weather,
To unveil the veiling darkness,
To see the unborn creativities.

A storyteller of many stories,
Has his or her own stories told,
Told by the creativities of the unborn,
Truly the world has its mark,
Despite positive or negative,
Black or white?
stories indeed to tell,
Stories by the creativities of the unborn.

secret stories of the ancestors,
secret stories of both light and dark clouds,
secret stories of the moon and sun,
Perhaps, secret stories of days and nights,
Genders or races, colours, tribes and languages,
Yes! it is wakekeep and creativities of the unborn,
Yes! it is creativities of yesterday, today, tomorrow and forever,
Yes! it is unborn creativities and the creativities of the unborned...