The Sun may not Rise as we may… by Olaniyi Abdulwaheed

The day may once wear its trousers

And put on the darkness,

The night may not welcome her users

When they convoke for their mess.

Today the sky may gouge its eyes

To make the earth walks alone,

So dearth may come with smiles

Then we all host the loan.

Even when cheek becomes big

There may not be any beak to feast,

We all have to dig

To know the peak of earth and its least.

Tomorrow we may mend the road

Not every car can speed than toad

Not every hand can make a toast,

But all have to glue to the feast.

Our friends from next door

Can poke their nose in our store

With cup-door-board we should casket the stew

Not to farm again under the dew.

NEPA may nest the light in the night

Gouge sky’s sight in the day

We all have to swallow the right

Just to find the way.

Masquerade may wear its mask

And chameleon laced her skin with regalia

We all need not to lie

Grave awaits us to die.

Why school boys read to rile

Against every crown that lie?

Boys need to change the suit

Just to make the taste to soothe.

Upon wife that need not to cook

Just once, husband on bed, remain asleep,

Why wife stomach the reap

Of wealth sow for the future cheek.

All looks for moon at night

But not every sun eager to rise;

The day may once wear her trousers

And stalk to the streets with darkness.