Moos: Souls Gone Soon
Moo... Mooo...
The voice of guns,
Silent, creepy, friend-like,
Camouflaged in the look
Of a nomad's ranch stick,
Buried in dreary cattle cries...
Dreary cries; scary cries...
Moo... And Mooo!
Blood trickling down the horns:
Fiery bloods of smothered souls smoulder,
Gently gallivanting
As weedy food across paths,
Throwing lives into hastened rest.
WRITER'S BIO:
Yusuff Uthman Adekola, presently a student of the University of Ibadan, is a campus journalist, a poet and an essayist who believes in the correctional cum enlightening power that the pen commands. He can be reached via +2348166599760 ; adekolayusuff@gmail.com ; FB: facebook.com/adecaller01
Yusuff Uthman Adekola, presently a student of the University of Ibadan, is a campus journalist, a poet and an essayist who believes in the correctional cum enlightening power that the pen commands. He can be reached via +2348166599760 ; adekolayusuff@gmail.com ; FB: facebook.com/adecaller01
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