BOYS BY PRINCE JOE

BOYS

-a river of thousand legs like raindrops

Cos our mother's thighs is a believer

of wrong statement directed by golden tongues.

-the entrance of our lover's paradise is a book

crushed like angry wind

& the result is a rose of miserable funeral

booming like empty sand

so when we find nothing like paradise in the

heart of our dwellers we wash our feets 3

times in the mouth of death like children

running into shadows of tasty salt.

-home breathing like gods in the chest of

ibadan

for boys calling their father's name an

illiterate & a city of blood flowing through the

body of a city somewhere in Benin

-we are gathering the dust of angels to shake

the mountains of gods on red carpet cos

the world is a phrase river knitted by the

voice of owners & strangers ---

-but if those wild thoughts on our faces are

singing us temptations of nothingness ---

then we cast ourselves into rivers of burnt

children cos our lives are hug on the rope

of silence traders who gives us  propaganda of ideas

then how do we call ourselves big names behind tears?

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