I have come
The cistern is broken
And water run on parched earth
Thirsty and remaining insatiable

Would you receive
The heat from the offering
Here, savour the smoky emission
Make it your sweet smelling savour

For cries of losses ascend
Contending with your perfumery
Attempting to supersede your desire
Evils, battling on a sinister collision

Redeem Terra Firma
Beautify our soil of sustenance
Avert all the pervasive injustice
And as a womb, make us fertile again

by Adeniyi Kunnu

Twitter: @mautin777

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