You invoke as if a spirit,
Scream from the bottom of your lungs,
Call out with expectation
and all the power in your tongue
“Let there be light”
But as it is often said
“A man’s god sometimes takes a trip
away from home”
And then his incantations become mere rants
So you scream from the bottom of your lungs,
Call out in frustration
With all the power in your tongue
“Let there be light”
And then, you walk out slowly
To turn on your gen*
*Generator: a machine for producing electricity
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Opor gan
😅 thank you Batty
Akinola! This is an intriguing piece. The part that got me was the incantations becoming rants. Jeez, I love it. Thumbs up.
Thank you Eunice