Fall Apart

Famine
in the land of green
Our land,
infested by greed
The gods are on holiday
Invaders have looted away.
The whistle blows
predators are on the prowl
Death is on parole
Sheep's head will roll.

by Adewale Samuel

Search Me

 Murder
at the Truth mansion
The suspect is at large
The killer lives,
in my heart.
Night time...
I walk this path again
in pursuit of
these foot prints of blood
In circle, I wander
this path keeps leading
back to me.
Crestfallen,
to Heaven I pry
for what wrong I've done
An angry face
falls back from 'yond
The place I once knew there
is gone.

 By Adewale Samuel