This regalia fades with time
The search is a breath in a clothe
A breathless clothe is a breed of nakedness
And a shame that is ashamed.
Edun is biting hard the lime
She slights her breasts with a loathe
This beggar is hopeless and homeless
Now she has twins in her made.
What is in a robe of barrenness?
Awero is dying of painless pains
The backbiters are now friends with gossipers
They say no one will bury her.
This womb cries of loneliness
But many were the liquid grains
Desperate Agbeke has paid many pipers
The tunes are bad and the coast not clear.
Sarah is digging another grave
Her eyes profuse with pinching tears
She has lost nine bloated clothes
And this one is a slippery faith.
Iya Alakara is mad and laughing rave
She rants openly her naked fears
Her son is beneath in grave clothes
Passers say he just got the lawyer’s oath.
Give me a child and not fortune
To feed me at noon
To lay me at my full moon.
This regalia fades with time
The search is a breath in a clothe
A breathless clothe is a breed of nakedness
And a shame that is ashamed.
Ayoola Goodness ©2015
This poem is breathing.