Wrathful Doves Poem by Michael Oluwasegun Adesiji

Were You Expecting Me To Fly?

When I have gone
Far through the north
Seen Leah, Sarah and Tabitha
Sitting in the wild in chains
Hijabs and cains they get
Stripped off their tights & faiths
For penetrations through thighs & brains
I saw beauties weeping
All nights and day
To a treatment grossly inhumane

Were You Expecting Me To Fly?

When I watched from the skies
Your flipping hands from plane stairs
To see Spain, Dubai
The UK, or maybe Ukraine
For medicals to even pains
Coming from a strain
With our ordeal to your watch:
Seemingly a scorn disdain

Were You Expecting Me To Fly?

When I toured the fields and classrooms
And couldn't find just a fly
Not even crumbs to chew, but dusts
Raiding all tables and chairs

Were You Expecting Me To Fly?

In my whole time in space
I have seen bloody oceans
Hawking men and their remains
I have gone far east
Listening to the cries
Of fries wailing to a spillage
Of your watery diamonds
Of a mile as old as age

In pains, the villagers sleep
With nature getting killed
For your wish to remain
And their sadness inflates

Were You Expecting Me To Fly?

I flew past the tolls
Of youthful bodies
Laid pretties who died begging
That you may heed
To their calls for help
But to all deaf ears went their cries
For your help never came
Till they met their unfortuante ends.

Were You Expecting Me To Fly?

When I make the emblem of peace
In a land where peace got ceased
Law and its rule; deceased
An atmosphere so mundane
To equity, justice and her reign

Were You Expecting Me To Fly

When my wings will get tied
Legs in chains
And body back in the cage
For telling just my plights,
The realities around my fate
To ears whom it may concern
Even it misses the ones
So close to my stand.

Were You Expecting Me To Fly?

•Wrathful Doves•

©M.O.A
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