We are all over the corners of the earth
by the dictates of kismet.
We are a family of no lineage.
We live on the outskirts of the metropolises
and then in the pocket of the forest.
Every night wind chants of undone war
which our fathers’ hearts cannot beat.
Every morning recasts a reminiscence of evil
haunting our mothers to a wall.
Our feeble feet spell the handwriting of fate
on the face of soil.
Our eyes, the lantern of faith
that is faint.
We are caught between
the drumbeat of war behind
and heralds of death ahead.
Like shrimps in swamp, we are ghettoized.
Like salt in the rain, we are not safe.
We are all over the corners of the earth
by the dictates of kismet.
Photo by Ruthvik Chandramouli on Unsplash
About The Author: Olusoji Obebe is an emerging Nigerian poet, essayist and fiction writer. He is a longlisted and a published writer in the African Human Rights Essay Competition. Also, a finalist in the Voice of Peace Intercontinental Poetry and Short Story Contest. His work has appeared on Fiery Scribe Review.
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