Friday 16 January 2015

A VOICE FROM THE HILLS-BAGA!



We were flowers at our prime,
our scent wafts around,
the songs we could sing ,
the harmony of our shores,
the ease of our world.

The grim reapers came calling,
uninvited,
their sickle shine brilliantly
it flashed only once
and its shine became dulled by our juices.

Some were budding flowers
the pregnant were not spared
our nursery lost its glamour
story of land razed to ground
from the shores of our land

When you see our Jona
tell him he’s done us well
when you see our turbaned lords
tell them our voice is gone
and no more will it ever be heard.

Oluwole.
Pictures  Courtesy of bbc.com

8 comments:

  1. Man's inhumanity to man. This one jolted me back to the harsh reality that life is what it has always been - unfair.

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  2. Good one, man. Keep up your steam as apostle of pen! For those who lost their lives to terrorism both within and outside the country in recent past, I pour out the liquor.

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    1. I'm humbled by your commendations esteemed brother.

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  3. Well...my brother don't you think life is fair afterall for it is unfair to everyone? - A fact that makes it fair!

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    1. Without reservations are my thoughts aligning with yours. Fairness exists in theory but no further...sad maybe but true

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  4. Man's inhumanity to man

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    1. My dear, that is what we have come to see by the day.

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