I felt a ring of yells
Rolling elegiacally in my head,
Itching my palms and soles;
I want to fly away.

I felt the cadence gather on my forehead
Each time the tempo rises,
And my sweat strolls again to my chin,
I want to stop it, and fly away;
From the heat of depression that trammel
My gait from gaiety.

But each time I roll my body out of my head
To steal into vacancy,
I roll instead into the abyss of ruins.
I get stuck in the debris of discrimination
Derived from diverse distinctions.
And my body reek of foul oppressions therein.

The abyss runs deeper.
Dug by the filthy hands of painful retrospect;
The scenes of horror painted with colours of our skins.
And I’m pricked by what I wear under this clothes;
I’m black, even in tongue.

I feel a ring of yells still;
Races racing into this abyss,
Causing the world yet another death.
And I want to fly away. Away!

Oladimeji Luqman


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