Invitees Of Misfortune Poem by Babajide Adepoju

They sneaked into the limbo of time,
Packaged but never arranged on a straight line,
Partial moralists and Barrets of our time,
I remembered the times we were blind
Flinging hopes and daring instances,
Wooing was our labour then,
Thought they could make us feel fine,
But it was all a classical drama in classical vain,
That was yesternight.
Invitees of misfortune made us wallowed in penury,
Cabals of transformation and political hegemony,
Bunch of ingrates and ne'er do wells,
Eloquent liars who see nothing of what they have made,
Just as our ears were deaf,
to their cries we listened,
Good children are dying,
True mothers are crying,
And I ask,
What ears would listen to our endless cries?
And hearts to our excruciating agony.