OLD BOYS – Adewale Sobowale
Where’s he going? Should’ve been But hasn’t Yet to arrive. We grew together But missed he the way And totally missed If there’s eternity. Papa told his story One starry night You lived together Long while ago. Things have changed I’m made, men! He an old pauper Lock the door. as
HARMATTAN – Adewale Sobowale
We’re dry Not because We never tried All got lost We worked And prayed They strawed Our miserly pay Harmattan’s here Everywhere’s dry Here and there Nothing to fry So much hope When it rains No more loss It’s payday. as
gOD’s CITY! – Adewale Sobowale
City of god, Ruled by lord. Assisted by cows, Goats and fowls. Where men of god Are hardly of God. Souls sold to devil, Instead of heaven. So many pastors, Turn to traitors. Call they receive, People to deceive. All for pots of soup, Even if they dupe. Led to devil, Not to heaven. AS
For Citizen Muda! – Adewale Sobowale
Who’s principled?When he’s belittled?He’s dehumanised Just for rice! He takes shit,Just to eat. Sinks in gutter,Looking for butter. Taking insults, Just for salt. Becomes a bingo, To eat mango. There’s hope, If he gets rope. Goes to paradise, For his rights. AOS
I never knew her, by walking Doctor Tonnan
A Book Review of Ampat Koshy’s ‘A “Sonneto” For The Poetic World’ and You heard the scream, didn’t you by Santosh Bakaya written by Dominic Francis I really enjoyed this trip through history examining the sonnet form. I was reminded that the sonnet (‘sonneto’ in Italian, which means ‘little sound’ in English) was originally a […]
