AN IMBROGLIO FROM DUSK HOARDING DAWN IN MY ORIGIN – a poem by JOEL OYELEK IFEOLUWA.

I
My country is a democratic mantra in imbroglio
That rapes goodness, molests peace,
Chastises orderliness, mocks oneness,
Glorifies chaos and spills bullets on the vulnerables.

II
Green – White – Green
Green – the greener pastures we all seek elsewhere
White – dusk that leaves us stained by the
blood of infinity victims.

III
My country is a bitter-sweet taste
How can I look up to the hills and see
My land flowing with rotten milk and spoilt honey

IV
Hope becomes like grief;
A language only the grieving understand.
If we expect a new dawn in this nativity;
It becomes the substance of things
hoped for – the evidence of things not seen.

V
So I bend my knees in prayer;
Sifting out light from this embodiment of darkness.

About The Poet

JOEL OYELEK IFEOLUWA (Word Commander V), author of THE THEM IN ME (DIREWORDS 2022) is a building poet, student, avid reader, literary enthusiast, and writer from Osun State, Nigeria.
He keeps his poems simple, yet deep and real.
He has poems published on Outlook India, Poemify, Our Poetry Archive, Yellow house library, Poetry Planet Book publishing house, CCAF.Africa., 7th Chinua Achebe Essay/Poetry anthology, Story mirror, Narialand, ArtingArena,, and elsewhere.
He is a lover of God and one who loves to inspire young ones like him.