……..then I realised Oyenusi
lost his gun powder.
Giving voice to the dumb guns,
wakes up the sleeping trigger
breaking the taboo of the
silent midnight
as eyes awake from
long-cruise dream.
Hey! Panics reads the
Proverb melody
in the fragile hearts.
Oye-enemy to midnigt silence,
intimate to sleeping light.
Crack! Cra-cks!! Supreme
made red-wine in human
designs Oye’s attire….
the best attire to Oye.
Oye, uncrowned emperor of
bullet species….
Lost his last breath to
his ironed-evil friend
As eyes watched with smile his
last dropped breath…..
Adieu, Oye, forget not
the messages sent to
iron-evil loved colleagues-
Folorunso, Shina Rambo, Captain blood,Mighty Joe
that their lay down script
now casts acted non-fiction.
…….then I realised Oyenusi
lost his gun powder sometimes in March 1971…..
