We Want Our Brains Back – A Poem by Bolutife Oluwadele
We want our brains back We pried the skulls. Found cobwebs. Dust. A memo: “Gone to rust.” They traded cortex for a feed, let algorithms pull the weed now nothing grows but secondhand need. I’ve seen the hollows walk…
Humanity Monetized and a Conscienceless Generation – A Poem By Bolutife Oluwadele
Humanity Monetized and a Conscienceless Generation We used to know that a cry for help was not a marketplace bell, not a trumpet summoning merchants to price compassion by the weight of their visibility. Now, even pity has learnt…
The Geometry of Truth – A Poem by Bolutife Oluwadele
The Geometry of Truth… The fact is not a single, solid stone, A simple thing to clutch and call one’s own. It is a cut-glass prism, multi-faced, Where every angle, light and dark, is placed. One face is Law, a cold and measured line, A…
When the Seasons Speak Again – A Poem By Bolutife Oluwadele
It wasn’t the first snow, But the heavens opened today With a quieter kind of reverence A reminder that God still turns The pages of the year With the gentlest of hands. No thunder, no trumpet, Just flakes descending like soft scriptures,…
Multiplicity of Wrongs – A Poem By Bolutife Oluwadele
Multiplicity of Wrongs Beneath the monolithic word, the single stone of “genocide” thrown from a distant shore, the earth here knows a mosaic of agonies. It is not one fire, but a thousand smoldering the thatch-hut’s ash, the…
The Unknowing Architect – A Poem By Bolutife Oluwadele
The Unknowing Architect – I built a word of hollow bone, A feather-thought, a whispered tone, And set it sailing, light as air, A harmless ghost, without a care. It found no purchase on the cliff Of your strong mind, so firm and…
Life as a Bunch of Keys – By Bolutife Oluwadele
Life as a Bunch of Keys They give you, at the start, a heavy ring, A cluttered fist of cold, metallic things. Some tarnished, some are bright, all promising To open something. This is what life brings. You stand before the door, of chance or love,…