A STORY
A story!
A story of how I quenched
the thirst of a scorching sun
with freshly fetched ocean drench
dripping from
the spherical lip
of a transparent hold.
A story!
A story of how
forsaken the brutality
and falls of citizens
fade in the sight of their rulers.
A common man
uncommon before his people
for sake of negligence.
A story!
Oh, rulers...a story!
A story to quench the thirst
of your wickedness
and drain the hunger
of sorrow
which you crest
in the stomachs of your citizens,
deeply in the hearts of your youths.
A story!
Oh, citizens...your story!
A story to stand tall,
the Iroko heights, climb...
...one, two...rise!
the stiffy backs of stallions, saddle...
...kick, kick...run!
the shaky vees of canoes, paddle...
...row, row...flow!
A fight,
Yes, a fight,
until you command the times!
A story!
A story!!
This story, mine to tell.
..........................................
These blanks, yours to fill,
and your story, yours to tell!
Let's quench the thirst
of the scorching sun
hungered by sorrows
and drink from the coziness
of the bright warm weather of peace.
A New Nigeria!
*Drinks*
My story!
*End
🕊
- CarL I. -
U are just too good Carl, that's the full story bro
ReplyDeleteThe story of a nation and its people...
DeletePour me a river
ReplyDeleteServe me the ocean
The thirst I hunger of
No fluid can satisfy
The bane of evil
The choke of the sinister
The love of one obsessed
Only time can quench
Only time can quench
Allow me sip
In the midst of me, let me drown
No longer of sorrow
But from my future time, let me borrow
Cheers.🍺
Mad write up Carl
Nice one in reply
DeleteOh, what a story! Thanks for your story Prepy.
DeleteThirst
ReplyDeleteA desert then oasis
Refreshed by that patch as we latch on to hope
We shall be filled but till then, we bleed with ink to right the wrong, slowly but steadily sing a new song with the fist stroke of rain quenches the scourging sun's effect
Hydration shall cause gyration
#ExtraOrdinaire
Good
DeleteFor indeed, hydration shall cause gyration to the hearts of they that drink from goblets of peace to quench the scorches of wickedness of the rulers.
DeleteThanks for your story Asegun.
Let me tell you a story
ReplyDeleteA sought after story
Of how the caged bird sings
With high pitched voice
And unwaivering noise
Of all the things it would do
If only it were free
Come hear a story
A true life story
One I've heard
A good number of times
To numerous to recount
Of why the caged bird sings
Bemoaning it's pains
It's travails and grief
And all in-between
Take a seat and listen
While I tell this story
For there in lies
The undisputed past
The dreadful present
And the delighting future
Of our dear country
The one we have
And the one we seek
The New Nigeria
For the birds once in cages
Deletenow lose and free
to speak about its pains
to the whole wide world
to speak about a belief
of a delightful future
to speak in unity
of a new Nigeria.
Thank you for your story Nenye.
Lines from such depth as the crude of the gulf
ReplyDeleteSo adept, the feelings they engulf.
Thank you for your feedback.
DeleteCarl, trust I will fill in the blanks too! Thank you for making poetry so sweet and seamless 😊💖👍🏾
ReplyDeleteThanks Doc.
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