The Forest – Adeyinka Boluwatife

Unending proposals  of opaque writings on trees, and frequent roaring of powerless lions, seeking power.

Happy desolate forest, our Kings are back again, trampling on our young seeds and feasting on our young kids.

Oh!  What a disaster! They are at it again!
They won't let us grow!
Their kind is worst than a pilferer,
Shutting down young dreams,just to get power.

They hunt  in groups but still chase after their own kind.
Oh! What cannibalistic creatures we have as rulers.

But we still don't have say because we are shadows in their shadows.

The Elephant fights the elephant, and the doves get injured, and all is in disarray.

Though the forest stands today, It's in a deforested state with little left to behold of it.

I wish the forest could be like in Eden once again, in peace.
There is much in oneness to recreate.

Author
Adeyinka Boluwatife ESQ; 100l ENG OOU

Editor's Review
This poem talks about the political disarray of Nigeria, from the Old times, where Power hungry politicians have wreaked and are still wreaking havoc on our soil. The youths need a chance to blossom. When are we going to get a chance to do so?