I Won’t Tell

I Won’t Tell

I WON’T TELL

I won’t tell you how they live life
in my father’s darkest land.
Boys who drag their friable feet
in betwixt weeds, honourably.
Girls who lift drums of dusts playfully
just to keep themselves elated.

I won’t tell you how they live life
in my father’s darkest land.
Leaders who kept their heads up,
walking without watching their paths.
Followers who kept their mouth shut
throughout the dark and dead journey.

I won’t tell you how they live life
in my father’s darkest land.
Colours are like birds without wings,
flying, frantically and furiously.
Darkness is like one big roaring lion
without claws, yet living in a jungle.

I won’t tell you how they live life
in my father’s darkest land.
Men who do not cry, yet tears
fall from their eyes into dark pots.
Women who are seen crashing
into colourless rivers at dawn time.

I won’t tell you how they live life
in my father’s darkest land.
Boys, Girls, Leaders and Followers,
keeping sleeping spirits awake.
Colors, Darkness, Men and Women,
drawing more darkness into the land.

TEMIDAYO OPEYEMI JACOB



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