The gods are to blame

The onsets like the London highway
Bangs!
The booms on the north
the south-east attack,
fears in the cardinals,
in the minds and hearts of the saints
hurt as though falling into its bowels.
The flashback recurs
on the platter of cold.
The pilots-
of the vehicle-affairs
like the romance of the beggar's portrait,
the bags blot-out
lifes who know feeds and kids,
terrorism excuse the call for justice;
duplicates of their old Lords,
The gods are to blame.

poem by Oyehan Opeyemi Akinkunmi
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Poetry is nature

Poetry is nature,
Poetry is revelation,
Poetry is human,
Poetry is divine.

Unveiling the countrified encounters,
the evolution of the cockroach
and the mythical cactus on the arid
the front and the end;
breaking open the activities
into nature.

The words in the ink
linking present and past
to forecast the prerequisite future.
The revealed talks of the heartbeats
and restoration of tensed souls.

Poetry is nature,
Poetry is expression,

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poem by Oyehan Opeyemi Akinkunmi
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