Dark Tuesday Poem by Adebayo Akande Smartfingers

If the sallah cow wanted a revenge
A payback for spilling its blood
For savouring its salty meat
It should’ve sought subtler ways
Not my own flesh
Olounmaje, Not my life!

Adekunle! Adekunle! Adekunle!
The red-eyed conductor beckoned
At adekunle- bound commuters
Calling them to their doom;
Their untimely grave
Adekunle waso!
Adekule waso!

On the move,
not speeding,
just moving

The locomotive idiot proved itself to be
The hind tire gave up its job
Went its own way
Frenzied, the driver tried to pin it down
But like a stubborn dog
It won’t yield his call
Like a mad cow
It went outta control

On the move,
not speeding,
now haphazardly moving

Hear the commuter’s scream:
Yeeee mo gbe ooo
Eleda ooo
Jesu ooo
Ogun ooo
Obatala ooo

Allahu
Ori iya mi ooo
Everybody seeking his messiah for a bleaky miracle

On the move,
not speeding,
now spinning
Somersaulting up up high

Gbam,
It landed by the rails
So near to the waters
On the third mainland bridge
It was on Tuesday
A dark Tuesday, the eight day of November
Two thousand and eleven

His clavicle is fractured
Like a death sentence
The doc announced
And placed me on 5 week house arrest
Sorry Adebayo,
Sorry me no sorry
For this too shall pass!

Death O Death
The ultimate avenger
Am aware
you’ll come someday
But not this soon
Am just twenty something
Why the haste?

Don’t come now, O ripper
Lemme build mama and papa a house
A very big one
Buy them a locomotive giant
A very fine one

Lemme invent great technologies
Build Yoruba language software
Just like steve, the son of Jobs
I'll name mine; local fruits

Wander the earth, o death
Go overseas
over the mountains
the oceans
All over the earth
Kill all 'killables'

Come not near O Death!
Lend me more time
To bear offsprings
See them bring up their own

Live a fulfilled life
A contented one
Then wield your blade
Come bare your fangs!