BETRAYAL

Let my bleeding pen sing a love song
and pour smiling ink into ears
Let it resurrect dead cells,
injecting it with love
"Odomankoma's" sacred gift to man
Let it swirl like wind
sweeping across broken hearts
and cause water to flow,
where clouds do not exist
What is the poet's work
if not building wonderful nests like birds
Hear now! our dreams are lost in a monkey's reversal dance
And the conscience of those who betrayed love,
hides and seek the hunting gun of posterity
I feel a gentle stir in me
The awakening of my god of songs
The broken pieces are mending themselves.......