Treasure Island

Enebeli Prada

(Nigeria)

Go Away Nightingale


Who is this that wake
me up before dawn,
with songs as of those
that mourn?

Oh, nightingale.
Go.
Go away

Go away,
to the old that is
nigh unto death.
Your song beseem them.

Go away.
To the crowd beneath
the earth.
They need a shallow friend.

Go away.
your sonorous voice
do not befit a good day.

You sing to me at night.
You sing to me before dawn.

Go away
For when i need you to sing,
you are always on flight.

Submitted: Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, November 14, 2012
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Nightingale represent friends with word and not by deed or action. They are there when things are fine but when thing are tough, you won't see them

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