From The Conversations Poem by Adeosun Olamide

A- Misery descends pon our corridors, our sweetness floods
Our sodden streams flow now with blood,
While our skies is swallowed in smokes,
And Stenches corpse that fills our fields chokes,

This seem penance of silence,

For the cries of help refused heed,
For daughters disowned, and in roofs hidden, kneed
For sons of Gaza, the passengers of shot flight
This, a thrash for inactions' and fright

B- What meaning in these meaningless woofs?
What sense these senseless statements begets?
Lord help us' our cry in roofs,
And if God don't' what little mortal can give than forget?

And yet that little' we withheld not'

To twitter, to Facebook' gave all
Screams, concerns alert gave
And thorough through the world call
And yet under that roof we sought God to save.
What then shall do than pray, and hope?
Or did they not a facilitator of woe thus,
Did they not a contribute of befell dolor that tops?
Yet pray, speak did, what not done that plague hang us?

A- Many undone, did a night starve bed of warmth over them blight,
Or a moment starve darkness thy sight
Did over girls' breakfast skipped
Or a day gave for them girls gripped?

B- Beyond, Yes, where protests worn, were won
Avowing through street even infer'
Old, young, father, son
All attend with mothers and baby pocketed behind her,


A- And only a moment, that soon vanish,
After' silence, after' thoughts banish

B- No, Prayed, held vigils, did all could,
Sent warmth, our sons in khaki died yet others stood
Many husbands, many fathers died in attempt retrieval

A- And sooner forgot.
Days after night returned markets spots,
To their crimes, their jobs, their churches, their mosques and their graves,
The girls lost forever to a dark path, to past caves
And no sooner, Inactions begin haunt and hurt faction,
This, a consequence our inactions

B- Why mention not other poisons,
The stealing, the killings, the riggings,
The wrong portrays of God that now does?
Why not mention others?
I have little strength of exchange,
My saliva shall not thy thirst quench as shall save to live
But yet know. This too shall pass,
We gave all and now must forget the past
And beckon also' this is no God act or fate art.
This, but a response to the smokes you gave heaven,
The sequel of picking war over dialogue,
The sum of being smarter than others
The aftermath of plunking millions in wars while kids die of hunger
The consequence of not feeding those vagrant kids displaced by wars
And that which say, we are chastised for

And in the lane A, already cold and dead,
His aged back resting to the walls that rest his head
His deep eyes without blink
And his veins without pulse clink