Our soles have wandered
these roads till they recognise
every grain of sand
and the name each bears.
Our soles have wandered
the nook and crannies
of your predilections,
the pines now have our feets cushioned.
On these dirt roads, we stand!
Standing straight on death rows,
waiting and wailing for you
to sneer and scorn us.
On these dirt roads, we stand!
Standing in line,
neat and nice,
pleading our mercies back in your hearts.
On these dirt roads, we stand!
Waiting on you to judge us.
Your hearts never disappoint,
keeping us in one of the chambers
to gas our diseased soul out.
Your mouth leaves us hanging
–hanging down your anus,
whilst we hold tight to your intestines
as the only crooked line
we drink our last iced air.
On these dirt roads, we stand!
Waiting for you to judge us.
You sentenced us to jail
in the depth of us wanting to be you.
In the dearth of our death.
you buried us with withered roses
and shriveled lilac hibiscus.
Written on our tombstone
in letters made of block, reads;
“If you ever live your life
thinking of what others would say.
You will notice your life
deserved no words”
— Olatunde Fadhilah Ololade
— Abdulhameed Ridwan O
