Monday, 12 September 2016

Aimo (Ignorance) by Segun Arukuje

Aimo (Ignorance)
Each day, a blunt knife is driven through you
You do not see it
Others do- It is as evident as the sun
A botch of red behind your white garment
Increasing by day in multiples

You do not know in the least that you die
yet you claim to be fit as fiddle
We mock you, Aimo
For you are foolish
You will walk waters till you die.
Arukuje Segun
This poem is published here in fulfilment of The New Man Writing Contest 2016
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