Dunga! Dunga! Dunga!
How many times did I call you?
Do not wait
Until your bones become flakes of dust in its grave
Do not wait
Until your voice fades from our heart
Soon across the hills of years
You will be only a mystery living in our hearts
They said you'd sailed the great river
Never to return to the land of your birth
But your prints are still unwashed on the shore
Do not forgive the hungry hands that murdered you
Those cold hands of death that brought your dreams an abrupt end
Yes man is a frail being
But too many good people have died
And here we are in a world
Sinking into a furlong darkness
An eternal darkness of evil
We can't control the descent of death
We dread the hell that is to come
Nothing can redeem us that is within us
When will the dead avenge their death
When will peace be restored to this desperate world
O Dunga!
Do not sleep
© Olatuja Oloyede
This poem is breath-taking !!!!
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Nice piece
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Oloyede that's a Well done work.
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