PEACE OF MIND By: Umoru Olabode

This is a poem I wrote  from the palm of a dark continent hoping to end with a quote.

This is a bond that broke, a communion you ate at a community of bros.

A vow you vowed not to speak but you spoke,
This is a suicide note.

This is a beast licking it's wounds,  a nation broken into two, three,  four pieces.

I hear the hisses of evil,  the kisses of betrayal on the chicks of the people.

This is the blatant lie we knew but still relied on the new promises, wrapped around the misuse of power used to break the rules.

This is the conductor with no change, so you better bring the change you desire.

This is the song of fire, sang by the choir on a Sunday service, Hoping to acquire pensions for retired civil servants.

This is a satire to African's giant, But sad and tired like a dry joke.

This is more like a poke or a sling shot, whatever you think is worth your short time.

This is the truth uncovered with rhymes,
This is a queue or a long line, hoping to get fuel at a filling station closing in five minutes time.

This is a piece I wrote with a piece of mind to find peace for a nation where violence increases.

This is the breeze so calm that ease insecurities heat.

So please, the next time you're asked what this is?

This is the ecstatic conscious vibe, that helps you feel alive.

Whenever you face this realities, Search for a PEACE OF MIND.

SUB FREEMAN (UMORU OLABODE) (FROM THE COLLECTION PIECE OF MIND)

Art work titled: Royalty by John Oyedemi