It was you brother!

Who told us to wait at this precipice

When yesterday came to us

Clad in a confusing toga from the future

‘I will return to creed’, you said.

On whose pages I hope to find

The compass hidden.

The journey henceforth

 would ride on the horses of our determination

Along thinly parted paths

Like the magi we sought the star

That it might drunkenly point home

Let the ray form sparks

when it touches on the crystals of our longings

And let the ember glow afire

A time not too far

Home meant gardens full of roses

Strangled by harmless thorns

When our stories were stored as vesta

inside golden pots of vivid memories

And shared like dates at a wedding.

A time when chirping birds flapped and

Spoke like prophets

Outlining with laughter the reasons

For the ravaging fire

Now! We must consume

Consume!

And hope we become the Aegean

Of our race

Brother we await you

For we see now

Home lies within us all

Housed inside our now ravaged humanity

The fallen walls stand

Leaning on the strength of our pain

Erect pillars we must

From the gathered ruins.

Photograph – 123rf.com

Author’s bio – Akeredolu Tope Akinola is a Nigerian poet with a bachelor’s degree in English language from Adekunle Ajasin University, Akungba-Akoko, Ondo State. He works as an English Language instructor at St Gregory’s College,  Oyinmo Ikare-Akoko and contributes to Peoples’ Voice magazine – a community based quarterly publication. His poems have appeared in Africanwriter.com, Indian Periodical, Antarctica Journal, Praxis Magazine, Ink Sweat and Tears, Tuck magazine, Transcendental Zero Press, Dwartzonline.com and several literary outlets.He lives and writes from Ikare-Akoko (the town of the twin mountains).

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