An Interesting Poem by Babatunde Kawthar

Here they come

Blowing peppered breath

On our sore wounds

Spurring saliva

To water withered dreams

 

They come like saints

Albeit they are Judases

Speaking of redemption

Like he who was

Washed by blood

From the cross

 

I am afraid to hope

For their darkness can

Shadow tomorrow

The sacred calabash

Of our future

Theymindnot

Its breaking

yettheymindnot

 

As gloom at noon

Becomes a norm

We must smile

Waiting for a tomorrow

We might never see

 

About the writer: Babatunde kawthar is an engineering student of the University of Lagos who enjoys writing poetry among other things.

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