THE GODS| Poetry by Femi-oladeji Makanjuola [Maximilian Kastro (M.K)]

THE GODS

Were you not there,

when my daughter was passed around like a rumour,

one camp to another,

searching for her lost mother.

Were you not there,

when my daughter was torn from under

by so-called brothers of the area,

who anointed her stomach with their body oil.

Were you not there,

when she walked about with swollen stomach,

searching for a place to rest her head,

and cursing her creator for creating her.

Were you not a witness,

when men with black boots,

opened our door and took human loots,

of my loving husband and spiteful boys.

Were you not listening

to praises sung to you during festivals,

to dances and mimes, then coming down

to accept sacrifices.

Were you not the ones that promised peace,

but now, it has broken out, the opposing peace,

yet you say you don’t lie,

and claim to be post-poners of truth.

 

17918315_1905075929770823_2007433094_n  My name is Femi-oladeji Makanjuola, from Igboho in Oyo state but was born and raised in Lagos. I am currently running a degree in the department of religions, University of Ilorin.
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