A Stolen Dream Poem by asaolu kolawole ifedayo

A Stolen Dream



When many mouths gather to mock me,
i left their sullen street
seeking for another chance at
the zero zenith zone as my tired emaciated slippers
and my garment as half rag
sweating blood to the tanny sunset
and this is my tenth trilion trials
with no upshot of hope

But i walked on
like a man of pledging light
knowing fully that one day,
this my hindered bud will surely sprout
and as i pace in joyfulness,
i heard voices of many mob
shouting at my back:

Catch him! Thief! thief! ! !
he has stolen from our shop
a modern pen that could write the heart of heaven
And thus, i was caught to be killed

As milion as me dying such
in every wink of crying earth
given a chance to speak with
bunion faces of bulky sticks:
please, iam not a thief!
Iam a graduate seeking for a job

See, see i have my Phd, my Msc and my Bsc
i have never stolen in my life
and i cant even steal a barnished wallaby.
But, they all ignored my profuse pleas
and one of the wimps set me ablazed

O! t'is death, t'is death again
as my spirit rose with the flames
watching the real thief in a divine vision
more clearer than the judgement of man
and he was the same man that razed me to ashes
making my tall dream a broken piece of jar

Iam the innocent one they killed
a first-class graduate
seeking tiredlessly for a job
but only to find a sudden grave
from some desperate cunny hands of men
And still, inside our fate still lies another scene
where a killer-snake will be freed for doves
''But let who among you who is without these sin
cast his first stone and then win''

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