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BELLS OF DESTITUTION (a poem by Mozeedat Kehinde Abdulrasak)

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Swiftly, the early wind got up and struck
The bells of undisguised destitution
The same vicious wind blew,
The dust of reality in our faces
The once loyal air betrayed
Withholding an unseen foe

And similar to a witch's malice
The spell of a virus held our time still
Like hungry birds, we all began to eat
From the feast of negative thoughts
Twinkle! Our faraway audience witnessed
Giving signs of good times to come

But our heaven seemed to be soaked in irony
For some recovered not, so went
In their graves in total isolation
Blue devils began to dwell in hearts
Knowing loved ones were not to return
What shall sleep these hearts to tranquility?

If only the whisper of this sudden breeze
Would be granted a free field to appease
And like ice will liberally freeze
The defining powers of this disease
Just so this ugly reality can squeeze
Out of our sphere and bring about ease

Once more, in our sandals of hope
Our weary feet will stand firm and tall
Again, the trees and wind will sing,
Nothing but ecstasy in lyrics of joy
And in our tired minds we will hear
These bells of destitution jingle away


Mozeedat Kehinde Abdulrasak is a budding poet. She takes pleasure in bringing the characters in her mind to life on paper. She is a native of Ilorin, Kwara state, and an undergraduate at Bayero University, Kano. Her goal in the field of writing, is to become a good poet whose works will inspire the world.

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