Futile! Poem by Abednego Oghenechovwiere Omashone

Futile! Futile! Futile!
Most futile is the world
But more futile still is a
World devoid of music and love

I heard it from afar;
The rhythm magnets us near,
The melody told me the world is futile
And a tragedy for those without music and love.

So let them play on!
Lull them whisper them.
Relish them with the eyes closed
Echo them and let the sound waves take them afar.

The world is not my own!
Music is mine love is mine.
The day love depart my lips
That day love exits, I exit.


(For those who love music, and know love.)