And Adewale Died

Posted on September 15, 2014

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Here, Adewale lies, lonely and forsaken

In a dusky, desolate chamber

Sweat-marinated pallet,

voluntary walls of solitude

encircles his limp form.

*

Espy closely

Nature’s pure work,

Maligned

by the insidious terrorist.

Observe the fevered brow,

the slowly dissipating wisp of energy.

See there, his face

a defeated visage of hopelessness.

*

STAND BACK!

It is late.

Don’t touch him,

Screamed the harried spectators.

*

Downward trickles

a single tear

through his wrinkles,

a manifest display

of the misery within.

*

Misty darkness filters through

the starlit skies.

Casting cold, grinning shadows

off the wasted figure.

Exposing ghoulish boils

on the ravaged skin.

*

Tightly, the bystanders gripped their noses.

“How foul the stench of death”.

Slowly, his agonized intake of breath

grows shallow by the minute.

*

Mercifully, the bells toll.

Another fare for the cart.

“Bring your dead”, it says languidly.

Another notch for the Reaper.

*

Alas for Adewale, darkness plagues

him still.

Locked on a pyre of corpses,

a match shall be lit…

His house razed.

Alas, abiding damnation

without purchase.

BY OLUWAKAYODE ABDULKAREEM II

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