Who will beer with me?
When death kiss my thin chin
And feed on my living

Who will fight my soul?
For not leading me to the green days
For stealing my smiles with life stake
In calm pain

Who will see my lays?
When my rust feeds the dust
Even when it burst into clean moist

Who fill my thoughts?
When my grace ace towards the north
In a thick cloth
To hut my norms

Who will sea me through the Red see?
When it paddle get's sink
In the middle of the fiercely calm wind

I bade earth, no more
For I will sow my feet in thick mud
Then, lend my weakness to the filled bum
And sell my heart for a teacup

Olagunju Kabir Olawale.
22 - 06 - 2020