The world is many things
Child,
what have you seen, nothing?
thinly clad bird dancing in moving pixels
money stressing in waste
as unauthenticated waist move to grim music
sons of perdition paying homage to the devil,have you seen nothing?
The world is many things but utopia,
Abobi, don’t be fooled,
This battle ground honours the lonely,
the crowd is fanciful, but not all voices reach the top,
remember,
A man must draw a sword or fight with wisdom,
he must be guided by a master
one up, the other underneath.When he eats,
he must kindle with babylon,
the hussy of many generations,
he must dream in the coast of his aborigines
where the supernatural spirits dwell in subzero, their ancient temples raising dust that directs the orchestra of men.The world is many things but free my friend,
here, men buy their manacles and wear it,
others inherit the ornaments that fade at birth,
climbing to no end the everest of deceit and pain,
this as you may or not know it, is the pleasure of
turbo forces and extraterrestrial crustaceans.
Is this pursuit of happiness all to it?
- – F.Omosola ( Collection from Labyrinth, 2021) www.amazon.com
