Periscope Poem by Michael Oluwasegun Adesiji

Babies were crying like babies
Birds like birds
Though, mosquitoes were them
And rats were rats again

Pedestrians stepped through peace
Automobiles moved in ease
Cubs transitioned into lions
With the parade of death ceased
Courtesy of its missing limbs

The happy sun stood still
To illuminate the paths
Of the happy people
Dwelling in the God's own crib

Flowers shared the garden
With green plants
They made a fraternity
Where the variation in ancestry
Or colors makes no barrier
It all looked like a place to be
For no little time, but forever.

And then, I woke
To the incessant fall of the dew
The decelerating wings
Caught my view
Again, I ought to feel bad
About my doom
I was out of the dream, I knew

But, it was great seeing paradise
Through the periscope of hell
It was great seeing there,
Not here.

©Onyedikachi: The Cub To The Seven Gods.