THE NAKED SUN
Poem composed
By Adegbenjo Oreoluwa
THE NAKED SUN
The sky is weeping
The earth is wailing
Our young men have gone bald
The old ones are dying
The time is running
The white hair is deceiving
The sun has gone naked
The birds are no longer singing
Still, the birds utter no sweet sound
Their sweet sounds have turned into mourning
The flies now go about stinging
The scorching sun has dried the farm stock
The rain has refused to fall
Hunger is near
Death is knowing
Inflation has come
The sun has gone naked finally
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