Danger coming, we haven’t learned to bark
cos’ our murmur lives in our dead silence.
Like a peaceful protest itches stick of fears.
Danger coming, we haven’t learned to spring
cos’ the murmur of our hungry throats and
emptiness has suffered our still protests.
Danger coming, we haven’t learned to cry
for our neighboring dusk and ‘ children dawn
as anguish come and hunger takes away.
Danger coming, we haven’t learned to starve
for a hungry future. hunger promotes
hunger! the farms are fertile with famine!
Danger coming, we haven’t learned to die
yet we suffer – in the world to enjoy
in heaven? danger coming — it’s our fault.
Danger coming, our beautiful sadness
has eat’n deeply into painful laughters
that we forget symphonies of morrow
in today’s silence.
Adegbite Victor Oluwaferanmi is a conscious writer, vulnerable, an idealist and a law undergrad. He perpetually seeks passion in nature and loves to explore the world of art. His writings aim to discuss the position of memory, loss, love and culture amongst others. His writings has been featured or are forthcoming on several blogs, journals and magazines.