What Do You Want?
A flotilla, or a bleeding gun?
Be sure.
A house, a car,
Or a flight closer to her,
While your heart quietly rots?
It can’t be love—
The world is starved of it.
Don’t eye the diamond chest; it will bury you.
Happiness? Pfft!
Is that all you seek?
What do you truly want?
Five houris in dunamis?
Elon Musk’s Cybertruck?
A dinner chat with Artemis,
Or an oil block in your name?
Tell me—
Do these dreams haunt your mind,
Or is it just food? The best of it,
Served between Solomon’s gaze.
Whaaaat?
A spade in Spain, an ace in vain?
A space between John the Beloved and James?
Would you relive Patmos again?
What do you want? The world?
It’s never enough.
– F.Omosola
