Across The Rubicon Poem by Tosin Abegunde

Standing in a faint hamlet
With strong naivety
Tended by no records
But tinted in cloud wears.
What an unfortunate past!
Standing for nothing
Thus, falls for something.
Hopes of the living dead,
Beyond the silent grave
Are carefully kept safe.

On the green pasture
The black ants till,
To the bowels of the giants
Piercing from afar,
The future of the present.
Claims of good will
To us they suggest,
The light will show,
And to their sack
Our pride eroded.

So stupid, the progenitors!
Blinded to local google.
The witchcraft and the aircraft,
Two prides of two world
With varied glories
Yet to the same value apart.
What a deceit from Calvary!
That suffers the seed palnted
Nurtured with cold blood
Of Australopitecus Africanus.

Now that the fig is eaten,
The eyes so opened.
Posterity sounds aloud
On the past negligent.
The emaciated bones speak,
Singing in fear and awe,
Like Moremi and Moses
With no hope forlorn
But to distrust and strongly,
The bond shakes!

The diligent and the humble
Now in fateful struggle
To unravel the puzzle
Laying not in shamble
Walking not to stumble
Unlike people in hamlet
Within the helm of the outlet
Unfashioned by the idiolect
Obscured and indolent
But I shall not relent!

Who can sing fearless
Before the sword of fire
Who dares the devil
In the heat-heart of war
With whom will the key part
When the time counts
But here on the track
With my spike i move.
Getting beyond the lines,
I light up the hamlet.