LET me be DEAF

i
Let me be deaf
To the siren of the death
That lules to sleep the hungry gent

Let me be deaf
To the music of oppressors
To the ranting oppressed

Let me be deaf
To killers of future
With no gun nor spear

Deaf, let me be
To the happy elegy
Of the loving hated chaps

ii
Let me be dumb
When my people reigns
In shantis and dirto

Let me be dumb
To accused the ‘virtue’
Of do-let’s-see-me

Endumb me
Not to have the say-ability
Of green turn blue sky

Let me be dumb
To tell the removal of awning
To confect cathedral of mincemeat.

Tersemann 2015

By ‘Toyin Adedayo Laconio

Folders, Files and Letters.

Rolls of all 365 dawns
Umpteen of gowns on the streets
Many legs in trousers
With folders and files
In search of distributed seats

And you blame heads who
Beg for nairas and papers
With guns and human-knappin’ gown
Blame the fat shadows
That sings ‘freely I have’

THE MAN AT THE RIVULET

A son of Adam
Who lives by the side of the rivulet

Virtue, his sobriquet ‘was’
SHE answers neither chief nor
Name of the crown he wear

Thought for his head-down
But the bird sing of his glory
Beneath pebbles, among teeths
Of wolves that musics ‘come o ye’

He reigned in glow-ries
And rained and rised like ray
He corn-throw the news
As the re-portals from his desk
Praises his bead and crown
From the Sahara around their wing
In thought… and as told to…

He killed the labourers
Of thirty dawns
In eight bundles
For a night during
His subject wore a jacket
Of help to clean
The rivulet’s drawer
Of spendable ‘trash’

The labourers are there
Like beggars like…
As limb in fore
Seems heavied by rock
Hand to mouth of unease

He, a holy slim liar
A makeup artist of routes
Working on car-rails
With the makeup like of ’etu’
Liar in the lair!

Do-let-us-see rolls in him
Voice of the great man
A gentle street kid
Euphemised as activist
Oh, acti-feast, indeed

A perfect liar with
A great look of
Devil-made-me-do-it
In his wardrobe

Lets me put a final dot here
For the guys from the Sahara
May be out there
The mighty watchmen/dog?!
That has a free-doom
Of saying just exactly
The truth he asks them say

interpellation…

Adhedhayor (tersemann)