zenah the poet

Dear king Oyo, I hope heaven is treating you better. For all the invincible thorny rods you held better, For all the invisible wars you fought better , From all the bitter tongues you had to butter. I hope as the day breaks, The winds whisper how much we loved you, How passionately we watched over you, How we desired and admired you. We hope every column of smoke comes carrying all the dreams you weren’t able to live for. We hope the dead are not dead, And you are seated somewhere in the corner ,clasping, worship! Watching over us broken hearted . Tears rolling at every scroll, Souls breaking at every snap, Mind blowing off, Hope eaten up,Confused and infuriated, Infused and accused. I hope you know that as grief must have it, We are still hoping for your return, Maybe in a child we know not much about, Or in children we guess out aloud Or in memories we share all about , Or in brothers you mentioned, Or in plans you left above, Unattended to, Unplanned for. We watched your throne thrown in a throng And grabbed by strong and untamed men of Toro, Without a second chance But we still bowed out to honor the little broken pieced pieces And we are still standing in love and respect. Our hearts ache for your mother, Our souls break for your sister And your cousins and friends But above it all, We are hungry and thirsty, Tell your mother, your cousins and friends to feed us They know the snack our hearts are hungry for. By @TheZenah the poet