Confinement

 

Tell mama ‘worry not’; it’s no Usāmah ibn Lādins’ attack.

Raise the mast high for the coming upshot.

Fate fades when he comes like tsunami disaster

‘Romeos’ and Juliets’ ‘ anchor the Yacht; celebrate when the titanic ice fail

Globed-belly, behind walls, kicking the walls

Desperate to put to death his mission

Confine; feeds on mamas’ meals leasing no starvation.

 

 

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

© 2009