They Too Are Idle Poem by Orifah Samson

THEY TOO ARE IDLE IDOLS
We too can be idols
If fed by chance.
And as long as
The undone is undone
Let there be no drumbeats
Nor gunshots
Nor songs!
We've lost the strength of our voice
Filling the vacuum of vacancies
To the rhythm of endless thirst,
Hunger and hopelessness
In the land of the plenty
In the stranglehold of prodigal fathers!
The drumbeats of hunger,
Thirst...
Do not call for a dance of celebration
In a sober season!
Orifah Samson Obadun