The Dirges For A Famine Festival

Source: Mr. Adeola Ikuomola

Famished tears in our beards
Burrow deep into our genetics
Like ghosts crowned for the night
To showcase the validity of nightmares
The dirges for a famine festival
Screaming with a mourners’ carol
Livewires are like the blazing basins
Electrifying the turbulent tournament
Our fanatical veins vanished
The chorus of silence prevailed
To dine with the awful din of life
From the handbags of the body bags
As a joyful visitor to the sad sky
The rainbow is a placatory placard
With seven hydro-placating packages
To smoothen the clouds’ neighing nerves