Author: Walei oloyede
Poetry
FRUITS OF QUARANTINE.
Click! Clack!! Horn in miles is the spread
After valentine, Here comes the fruits of quarantine
The wind blows the world in diversity of atrocity
Country weeps. Villages villagers in fear of calamity
All alone. away from friends, we were were stocked in anxiety
Our body foams in solitude, nagging for the city
Muddling up in fears, a sneeze to us become an impurity.
Strange it's the dangerous fear of covid-19
Indeed a great pandemic, invade homes in year twenty20
We read those words, and heard thaosand of voices in chaos
"Kindly go away" enough of lock up in our house
We have so much welcome the stay that led many of us astray.
Our hands were crossed to jaw, hopping for a cure to come
Uglyness whack most faces as wearing masks nip in a norm
The weeks nag on to fifth to sixth and months
Normalcy muffle up a myth. in emmotional rejection
We want t...
GET OVER IT
Over it I get, for I wanted to live!
My head I hold up, in stand to conquer and be alive
Behold I stand to stare fear in the face
I mumble grumble, think be the person I cannot replace
Beginning to heal thus the fear gasp in tame to survive.
Get over it! For we are birthed to live
Mental scourge in many heads of thou unspeak
we could finally breath, thus perfect is nobody's life
Not what calls you by 'em, but what you answer to in no panic
Normal is no man! Let not else's words define you to live.
Over it I get, for I wanted to live!
Struggles; I never let 'em become my facial identity
Tears, thoughts shackles in chain and I then hover they leave
Days in cuffs of night, growling in previse of calamity
Might static be dark; but sunny light it will receive.
Get over it! For we are birthed to live
Never not give in to stigma, brave be to choke...