Poetry: Lips drunk on freewill, my country still smiles behind a mugshot by Oladejo Abdullah Feranmi

Lips drunk on freewill, my country still smiles behind a mugshot.

Today, there is a haven in my country,

where the meats of men are cooked for supper,

the men are laughing, the music is playing,

Jazz like tomorrow owes forever nothing.  

 

Today, another patriot will close his eyes

to bless his supper and open it in a plated casket.

“Hero!” we crown him, but he doesn't live to wear it.

The men are laughing, the music is playing,

 Jazz like tomorrow owes forever nothing.

 

Today, death lost its venue to early souls.

Mourning paints the front page of every newspaper,

the color we are used to but, We don't forget people

as much as we forget ourselves.

The men are laughing, the music is playing,

 Jazz like tomorrow owes forever nothing

Oladejo Abdullah Feranmi is a Veterinary medicine student at the University of Ibadan, Nigeria. Pursuing his enthusiasm for poetry, He has his works published in Poet's choice, Echo literary magazine, and a few more.