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?
#Princejoe
#Poetryislife
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