SAVE US AGAIN BY AIRE OMOTAYO

SAVE US AGAIN

(for the broken hearted)

our souls have consummated the dusts
running ashore the sea in search of moist dreams
to grease the palms of broken timelines

now we are left with coral creams painting the tongues
of our shadows with hues of sunset smudge,
from the palette of opaque memories
casting a shadow – through our rising sun –
on the steppes of our strident faces.

our feet are now silhouettes walking through
the light with no tint of shade,
we slept in our veins when the world became
a fridge on the pages of our skin.
but then, silence – as loud as bombs –
has drowned us in our blood streams
when we paddled the boat of broken mirrors
reflecting the vaults of our dreary sky

now we are left with:
broken rivers bounded by fetters from haunted dreams.
broken drums crying their beats to our feet.
troubled waves seeking for land on mountains’ capes.

our footpaths are broken lines
painting the forests with spectrums
of dirge, for the trees to squirt their saps
and glue our eyes from shedding tears of pain

the elegies from our mouths,
were anthems in boxes of lullabies,
gifted by Santa Klaus on the Christmas nights
we spent in boot camps begging for freedom

our throat gurgled desert sands,
each time we found an oasis where we could
bask in summer-like breeze

and now that we’ve drowned in our blood streams,
all we could ask is salvation from this lorn-full land
into ambiences of free-clad streets
and all our hands could bear were placards chanting:
“save us again and let us live in a world
where smiles can beacon with flicker-y flames”.

©Aire Joshua Omotayo

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