A poem written by Popoola Matteu Gbotemi. Title :


Our days were dim past colours
Like a shadow to our eyes
Entangle in the dark
Ensnare in the deep oceans
Our path he watches

We mingle with dust
From our bed we fall

Our eyes were powedered with charcoal
Mimicking her style

Born to a world
An holy is a minger
Where pigs leaves with pegeon
Where wrong is proof right
Where right is proof wrong

Our orders of day
Damage,disturb and destroy
When we shall start counting our weaknesses
Alibi of our eyes

My world
Your world
Our world
Where two elephant fights and the grass is uproot
When shall the grass grows.
Popoola Gbotemi
O90 64 991 697

By DeLpH