The Big Slumber Poem by Tony Adah

The night blinks like
A ragging cobra
Its venom spreading on our
Hallowed dreams
We smile like a beggar's wish
Not fulfilled.
We never want to move
But relish the leaves swaying
In the wind as we remain sedentary like a barnacle on
The surface of a rock.

We haul pebbles at a Petty thief
But glorify an executive feeding
Fat on our Commonwealth
We hail a file of convicted men
Going gallow ward
Least thinking that next
Is our own turn.

We will never wake
From the slumber of the elephant
Which requires a log of wood
To awaken
And our gloomy days are still far
From the actions we to galvanize.