Who Will Tell Your Story, What Will Tell Your Story Poem by OLADEJI POPOOLA

Speak! but in your same godly voice when
the world never metamorphosed to
what it appears now.

The famished tethered goat has freed
himself the owner of those yam and cassava
it is right time you keep them safe.

Mother chased them and later fell when
Adrenaline dried from its origin, Omo ma pa mi
one day it will change to Omo ma pa ra re.

Those butterflies displaying in the midst of
the creator's thorns, tell them their ancestors
never see the favour of time to question
why they fly with fragile wings
God is unquestionable!

It is right time the parrot friend the
future, hear their good fortunes and come
back to friend those thieves, then we can
have rest of mind when we left our clothes
outside to sundry in Mellanby.

What will tell your story?
A day when the wick fully soak in it palm
oil and the light of judgment day burn with
pitiless on them andthose who you have caused
distress to, will appears in broadday light,
they want to testify to your bad deeds.

Let them tell your story
Let the saint river cleanse you
and sun dry off your bad deeds
then, we can bid you rest in perfect peace
before and after we left your single grave.




* Omo ma pa mi: child don't kill me * Omo ma pa ra re: child don't kill yourself