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THE FIELD OF REMAINING REMAINS by ADÉYEMO ÈMMANUÈL (EMMADWISDOM)


Excerpt:

As he weeps by horrific sights in the north,
so we cry in south, east and west, wiped
by woe whip, since theft has become intelligence,



Like snow in the winter,
we see them everywhere;
marooned remains of beloveds,
fathers, mothers and children.


At first it was horribly bad
Even the mephitis could kill the dead
And now that the sun had heated,
and time; ate the flesh, our unschooled
kids, tattered in rags, make
brethren bones and skulls their toy parts.


Mystery still it is till date
What our abel did to cain
Wany a field of stench was church
'came from cities to burn our huts to shreds.


At first it was horribly bad
Even the mephitis could kill the dead
And now that the sun had heated,
and time; ate the flesh, our unschooled
kids, tattered in rags, make
brethren bones and skulls their toy parts.


Elephants at quest for power
We are the grasses, we suffer
We have snail-brave battalions;
Guardless pestles, sent message in hot pot.



At first it was horribly bad
Even the mephitis could kill the dead
And now that the sun had heated,
and time; ate the flesh, our unschooled
kids, tattered in rags, make
brethren bones and skulls their toy parts.



My kid had built a car,
bones was wheel and skull the tyre
Never told it was his mama's remains
Green engineer with tools of shame


At first it was horribly bad
Even the mephitis could kill the dead
And now that the sun had heated,
and time; ate the flesh, our unschooled
kids, tattered in rags, make
brethren bones and skulls their toy parts.


          As he weeps by horrific sights in the north,
          so we cry in south, east and west, wiped
          by woe whip, since theft has become intelligence,
          and our state's treasury, burning to shreds



At first it was horribly bad
Even the mephitis could kill the dead
And now that the sun had heated,
and time; ate the flesh, our unschooled
kids, tattered in rags, make
brethren bones and skulls their toy parts.

            Poverty has become normality
            In a land of milk and honey
            Like Ezekiel revealed remains;
            it was unbearable, but by breeze and beam
            we adapt, what in den shall Daniel do?



At first it was horribly bad
Even the mephitis could kill the dead
And now that the sun had heated,
and time; ate the flesh, our unschooled
kids, tattered in rags, make
brethren bones and skulls their toy parts.



             Shall we not tell the politi-lords?
             That elephant; feller of trees falls
             History's heart bare their indelible herrowic scars
             Even if buried under Solomon's gold and brass.



At first it was horribly bad
Even the mephitis could kill the dead
And now that the sun had heated,
and time; ate the flesh, our unschooled
kids, tattered in rags, make
brethren bones and skulls their toy parts.


             Now are we not unafraid
             That coming generations suffers the same
             Gothic stench gone; priceless loss ever recalled
             But history shall to horrible memory court sue you
             Providence shall be the material defying judge.


At first it was horribly bad
Even the mephitis could kill the dead
And now that the sun had heated,
and time; ate the flesh, our unschooled
kids, tattered in rags, make
brethren bones and skulls their toy parts.


Adeyemo Emmanuel is a student of the Department of English at the Obafemi Awolowo University in the ancient and first city of the Yorùbás, ilé-ifè, Òsun State.  He is a poet with an utmost passion for his works and he is a priest of words at Temple of Words. You can contact him through the following 'òpèlè’: 

Facebook: Adeyemo Emmanuel
Email: adeyemoemmanuel00@yahoo.com
Mobile or Whatsapp: 08038161502

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