Victim of Metamorphosis
From my grandmother’s lips spills the story of my genesis,
A home of beauty buried in time’s embrace
Like a mother hen, protective with chuckling wings,
Our home was peaceful when evil slumbered
And fresh air blew with innocence,
Cupidity flew like a whisper in the wind
Honour stood tall in the mountains
Those nights before love faded into memories
How can I write an elegy for my dear land?
Bristling in despair and gasping for breath
A shatterer of hope in a ruthless whim,
As a mighty flood rages my home with vices
Today, I live in a terrain of predators,
Hawks perch, eavesdropping on prey’s dreams
And some mornings, they swoop from the sky,
To devour great dreams like a tasty meal
Riffles serenade the air with dreadful melody,
Striking out futures in cold blood
Elders covet riches, honesty withers,
On a sobbing land, wailing for aid.
Contributor’s Bio
Olaseni Kehinde Precious is a prolific poet, essayist, and content writer from Nigeria. She loves to express her emotions and thoughts in written words.
