DEATH, Poetry by Samuel Fatokun

WILDsound Festival

Genre: Death

by Samuel Fatokun

We laughed and moved in oneness
We played and chatted in happiness
Until the life became darkness
My Friend refused to chat
He said a no! without saying no!
He gave me the best answer for a fool
He remained calm and unmoved, I was moved!
Could my friend have turned a fiend
Not even the eyes to acknowledge my presence….
The elders said I should leave
“Leave my friend?!” Has it come to that
He even reported me?! I’ll teach him a lesson…
Oh let’s wait till morning, I clapped my little
fingers, now hands
Waiting for my friend or even fiend, oh morning,
come quickly….
What’s going on, morning is that a way to say
Morning says good “mourning”
Who are these greeting in the morning with
Looking out to see the mourning, I laughed at the

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