THE KING IS SILENT
Tossing and turning in the vine
Of where there used to be flowers and wine
With children playing and singing the song
And busy mothers in sonorous tone
The vine was calm and all was pure
In our tranquil and peaceful grandeur
Like the night when angels fly
Fluttering and waving and cooling the land
Alas!! A voice we hear from afar
The mist of blood all spread abroad
The mothers are wailing, the fathers are weak
The children are dying, some taken away
The land that was green now full of red
The bloods of humans all full the vine.
“Let’s go see our king” they said
Perhaps he’s wailing his eyes away
Or has summoned his aides to fight a war
In tears of hope we walked to him
Our veritable lord and master of all
Alas!!!We saw our lord and god
The second to the deity, our guard and shield
Sleeping and snoring, snoring and sleeping
What hope have we who came for succor?
From the one whom the gods has placed the
Staff,
To guide and lead us to our rest
Behold all sobbing, “our hope is lost”.
WRIGHT BANKOLE .O.
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