OUR HOME
This ball is lonely
In midst of others in space
It’s haunted by death
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LOST
Her fluorescent eyes, electric gaze
Dazzling beauty that awakens tears.
Aroused, we’ve followed her to this strange place
Where bulbs glow in black air.
We left our home, where we’ve known peace
We left our aged mother, with tears, wet
We walked past singing birds, green trees
We’ve come to watch the great sun, set.
It’s nightfall here! We don’t know
Where we are, who cares though?
Lady science is here, blowing us to dust
And we’re lost, in her lust.
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Poems © Mobolaji Olawale
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