Friday, October 14, 2011

POEM: ASK ABOUT FREE WILL

by feyisayo adeyemi 

When belly goes Choir everyday
how does a man think free?
To chomp -
 begs on another’s mercy
How will he wheel his will?

Auction
the soul goes out
run son!
                 ran some,
                                ransom!

tongue-tied
the master driller
bores a hole
 deep
damn soul
soiled

he howls
hunger unto his neck
scampers at your call, beck
for the crumbles he’d peck

idealism runs low
in the gutter
flood washed it off its street
Reality opened
a book called Check

heart ripped ,hopes parched

freedom ferries -

a long walk

down

nameless street 

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