It Is My Turn

We have endured sadness

With happiness

With words hanging

In our throats.

Who'll talk?

He emerged from a questionable background:

His village is unknown.

His age is unknown.

His school is unknown.

All that's known about him are unknown

Except "It is my turn" he made known.

Our lives have been dehydrated

In the pool of our collective tears

With blood of anguish washing our faces.

"It is my turn" has turned out painful

With unknown destination we are headed

And our hearts have written unwritten tales

Because "it is my turn"

Has brought us many thorns.

©️ Odimegwu Onwumere

August 3, 2024.