A “community ” devoid of “cummune eating”
Because you were borne out of this ocean of darkness
Doesn’t mean you should spread wide the gloomy ripples of sorrow and sadness
I know about the science of the stars and how they are fashioned out from the rib cages of darkness .
But still lives through the tongue of the world as a substance of brightness
Being stuck in dusk,
or drowned in dust
Is no excuse to remain deeply engulfed in our blackness
Forget about twilight
You can be the twin light
even if clustered in midnight
Then you know what you are faced is something Light.
You can become the tiny candle light
Springing forth Street light
As stars in the blue skies
On the lid of moonlight
For I once thought I saw a piercing light at the end of this dark tunnel
Only for me to discover it was a fiercing blight stinging us in this dammed torn hell
I once had a cause to envision a community with all life’s necessities.
Only for me to break this curse and revision our enmity which is embedded with all rife’s necessities.
For when hunger strikes I tend to break this cabin biscuit like it were a holy communion
And eat it to it’s very crumbs like we were celebrating together a Jolly reunion
As I could practically hear the worms in my tummy hungrily laughing, making jest of everything like they were overfed with commedy devoid of any remedy
But when I beg my fellow Neighbour for a Cup of water
He asks me if my labour can’t fetch me a drop from the cabal mortar
I tell u indeed our leaders have to go back to the primary school of Decorum.
Secondary school of political Etiquette.
And tertiary school of National Ideological Planning for a proper architectural restructuring of their myopic thinking