The World In A Cage Poem by Korede Abiodun

The sweet gods of the time and place,
This is my race across an age.
I leave these faces and my race
To an unknown land in relunctant pace.


Bonded freewill and steps and feathers
If ground swallows is now or never
Bound i am never to glance back,
So no one born of 'man must see me cry.


Coldness sets in, my fear of immensity.
O, with all there is to offer by this city,
My dreams and fantasies, Medicine and identity,
Sparks and flames, slplinters and electricity.


Now the start and destination of who I'd be.
Moments, waves and endlessness, swallow me.