It’s no use
How we think we could raise their dead
To have them die again, that’s not end;
You see it’s useless?
It’s useless, but we’re clueless.
Thinking we could change the system,
One of a broken cistern,
Spiros and gyras, snakes and scorpions,
Poisons and oils, friendly-merged in us,
Though outside calmer than nuns,
It’s useless – mending the cistern,
For within us lies what kills us.
~ Akinsimoye Samuel Omoniyi
3rd Nov. ‘17