We Write Poem by Alade Abayomi Idris

We write in jocund
Of the sun and its ways
Moon and its countless children of night.

We write in jocund
Of bird and their love for the sky
Animals and their non chalant in the wood.

We write in jocund
Of men and their secrets
Gods and their mysteries.

We write in jocund
Playing on rules that critics cogitate
Publisher, set free their tied lions.

We write in jocund
Blessing the man in the shop
Adding woe to the stocking librarians.

We write in jocund
Kick bleed sore of idle students
Tickling fantasies of diligent learners.

We write in jocund
Umpiring the love making of pen and book
Only to have effects on people.