Under The Tree Of Mercy Poem by Olufayo Ezekiel

Under The Tree Of Mercy



The sacred home of all birds,
Where the eagle fly higher in length,
The parrot gives out its all round poke-
nosing news around the fainting world;
The goods, the average and the bad,
All making our evening news
in a mixed-up mood.
Its fruits are appealing to all creatures,
And its broad leafs formed a shed for the
tireds.

Underneath; sons and daughters of Ogun
throating palm-wine with kola,
Threading-out songs of oral from four
corners,
All in the heaven of gyration.

With the calabash of the poor-man
banging his teeth, he sees no sorrow,
As an emotional grin rob-off his pain.
The widow shrugs off loneliness,
dancing to the sonorous voices of menly men that mould her mood.

The barren feels no shame;
As hundred hands paint many children;
making a black child a child for all.
Lives on the street; the lame, the blind
And others have a place of abode.
All in the heaven of gyration.

In cycle;
We palm-wine drinkards gyrate happily,
Without enmity of race,
Making one for us one for all,
With a sense of brotherhood,
Just because we palmly tied under the tree of mercy.

Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Art
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Olufayo Ezekiel

Olufayo Ezekiel

Akure, Ondo state of Nigeria
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