TOMORROWBy RasaqMalikGbolahan

Stranger
You may come
tomorrow
Roaming this forgotten
arena
With torch in your hands
Tracing my history
around in this desolated
mansion
You may come like wind
Clearing these sins out
of my land
Sending to exile
The traitors in our
communion
Feeding our mouths
with hemlock milks
Blemishing our bodies
with fire of harsh times
Stranger
you may come like sun
Drying soaked attires
Ironing out plastered
tears
When phantom theories
keeps spreading
Stranger
I have performed my
rites
In this initiation of
midnight
Before my legs danced
beyond the margin…..

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