Poetry: Aderele, Let Us Dance


As a matter of fact

The trees are weeping in aftermath

The sky is blue, stained, and pregnant

Everything seems to be falling apart

The tables are upside down

This reined upon us and we start losing the game

Unto the thorns, we bow

When oblivion we are to the bones

It started raining

And it rained corps

It rained curse and cause cop

Women labored as a widow

It was a year of cry-shine

Aderele, let us dance

We have given birth to the bouncers

Let our ileke show us as Africans

The one who have surpasses the counterparts

It is a birth ceremony

Spring and flash your teeth

We are dancing off our sorrows

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