the silent bird in us with broken wings
this is the silent hum of a bird in us with broken wings remember all the sacrifice that has gone into this healing— elope if it's the only chance of your survival call out to ahmadu bello of more than fifty years ago if you can, to see the work of his mentees the president has replaced his problems with our sincere wailings we can only burn down our body to seek home in our ashes the only taste of our needs left us, trying to dictate our sorrows & light & darkness & memories this is the silent hum of a bird in us with broken wings
whenever i asked for my place in heaven while praying in my native tongue my real wants opened me a smiling hell it avoided the stampeding joy of paradise the god besides me is a grief turning into my face it only hears the ones who speakes to him in arabic this burned the only home in my soul, how can i ask for what i really want in foreign tongue? everyday i wait in my mask, the only thing mine for my preying deliveries an invention i've became that i cannot redesign nor forfeit this radio's thunder my body's mind is turning to melting into its liquid loud audio coral & lilac sounds extending the colours of these landscapes multiplied within me eager & anger burning smells of heaven darkening like angry night a landscape that reaches high for nothing but another alien landscape of emptiness open
Umar Yogiza Jr, is a poet, builder and photographer, based and writes between Abuja and Lafia, Nigeria —where God and Devil toss the coin of his life. His works appears on many platforms.