11. MY SAD RHYME
Like imperfections
That needed no corrections
The ugly show of pandemonium
Coupled with the 'spirit of hartshone_ ammonium
The voices of the slaughtered like noise
Because of sheer lack of poise
When the killing and wailing is done and dusted
I take a stroll around our village where we've been busted
Everything lying helplessly around the place
We were haplessly deprived of our honour_our face
This land of hopelessness i'll quit
Perhaps I can find a stay in their suite
12. TOUGH TO BEAR
A little cranium that fail to understand
Some poor babe just getting used to life
This life can be funny
Look around you and tell me what you see
They say if you've not been through it
Your mouth might be short of telling the tales
I miss that life I love so dearly
Leaving our small abúlé [ village] felt so bitter
How do I get a vanilla to sweeten this tongue?
What a shame i'll have to leave this place
13. RECURRING
Oh! Sadness is here
I feel no happiness
Mental disturbance
My little body is disturbed
You're having a hilarious time
There's no hilarity
Mixture of sweet voices in your club houses
Oh yes! Mixture of wailing voices in my head
Feeling the roaring of barons and ecstasy of baronesses
I can only feel the roaring of the cowards that took us
The baritone voices of the men that molested us
Such an undesired sound for my young ears
Oh! Happiness is far
YOU ARE READING
THE UNTOLD
PoetryThe untold is a narrative poem which tells a story of a young embittered lady who until their village was encroached by slave traders was living the life. However, her quest to relay what her tender eyes witnessed prompted the writing of this free p...
