By: Lawal Jimoh Ishola
The complaints of some “goats” on their weddings with the rings.
Coupling each other in hands,
On a mission with the wings.
From an unbearable cubic on earth,
Like sardines in its can.
Dwelling in prison and stealing the rights of the voiceless beings.
And for the goats that ate the yams. Hovering round the shore of justice in fear. Who else deserve the rope, if not for the goats surely ?
And for every moment we continue to live . Like the sun shines in its glory,
Even if we don’t have a take–
Surely, something would always be at stake.
Lawal Jimoh is a Silver Medalist in Creative Writing. Helium, USA.
(2016)
