Trees Fallen! (Carnival Of The Wounded Souls) . Poem by Ifeoluseyi ifeoluwapo Ifeyemi

Tears tore hearts
Mourners mouthed acts;
These trees are fallen
Even to the carnival of our burden
As no infant, cradles survival
Now it grows bleak our night without revival
Mimicking rapture
And the vultures venture
Stands fat and full
Riding carcasses as fuel
With hopes hiding graves,
Penury populating faces!
The meaningful myths melt into remnants
As positions pool with butchered infants
Yet, they say there remaineth justice
But to whose practice
For it quenches apocalyptic appetites
Tears like oasis
In carnage crises
Of watchtowers and pathfinders!
(c) Ogunseyi Ifeoluwapo 2014