In their wake,
What's buried stays,
secret in the bag,
shameful momentum delayed
A fill for gullible stomachs
like the hay
Clothed in ignorance,
So foolish to think
Karma has taken a sabbatical
No more purges,
Unless on deathbeds
As we transition slowly
into the afterlife,
Tomorrow is pregnant
And glory of youthfulness
remain uncharred
True! what's hidden will be revealed
Until then,
all we have is timely goodwill
End-game philosophy-
logical but bizzare
Like some art we make
Because the
Truth we don't dare face.
Pegs on the side,
casting ropes for the bind,
Like a union between day
and night,
Oh truth! brutally murdered
Now only lies and lies thrive,
conscience starves,
After all, it's no sin
living off measly vibes.
Blinded by bloodshot eyes
while a new reality takes shape,
the world of old and this one
we know are no longer same,
Today, marlians' the new emblem,
Yesterday, it's the collapse
of the justice system,
Corruption desperately
on the rise,
Laws are blind,
and innocents are now
the new convict,
Wickedness on bikinis,
afloat an ocean with no
boundaries, suntan to the skin
while Karma tarries,
and we have no memory
of the good old days
when no sinner ever goes
unpunished,
they are now but fairy tales,
or history in classrooms
to be read in pages.
In the end, the future
is as fragile as a flower vase,
delusion will break off
and what's certain shall prevail
and the truth will stare right
back in the face,
We're our own worst enemy
when we don't come clean
from the lies we've lived,
Standing on top of cracked skulls
and scary secrets we tried
so hard to bury,
where is the self love in this,
when we sheepishly deny
opportunities for repentance
on display on our timelines,
We've indeed forgotten
the steep gallows and fine line
from which time hangs,
We are quick to forget
how karma works,
We ignore the gravitational law-
what goes up
must surely come down,
we did ignore laws of nature,
because karma, in like manner
shall come with its demands.
Time was not lacking,
neither was karma when it tarried
the dead shall resurrect,
and the truth you shall learn,
that Karma waited this long
to approach you with reproach,
but while you sink in filth
and choke on your guilt,
time will bring remembrance
and the ghost of your deeds
shall haunt you forever.
Written and edited
By
Erinkitola Aduragbemi
26th February, 2020.
I'm a writer with fading ink and the poet I am sometimes amuses me because often times when I write, only a few understands me or my poetry.