Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Dear Onukpa

Dear Onukpa,

Wherever a facet
Of the blade of liberation struggle
Stuck out in the mud of grief,
Wherever the marrows of the souls
Kept down echoed a plead for relief,
However brief-

However long,
Dirges with choruses of daisy-dyed verses
Intercepted at the dock of slaved throats,
Whichever non-constructive contradictions-
Contraceptives choking candid consciences
Conceptualized to con consistently
Keeping craniums of hope cracked cold

Whenever, we find us
Trailing the doctrines of thawed bones
Aside jaws clobbered close by weight of uncooked constitutions
In a silent moist war, babysat over economies
Lulled with lullabies of liquid currencies

Wherever we lost belief in our own,
Mundane with moldy motivation
Rapture-ing spirit of our matured monologues

Whomever will read our lips,
We reach out again in the span of our youth
We carve our revolution
From the discarded wood of history,


All best,
Wo mmofra

(c) KW 16.09.2014

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