It Is Good To Rejoice With Children

When the sky falls
we shall hold it
in our pockets;
and wrap it as a gift
to our lineage.

This world,
shall forever sing the song
of victory even with its
tongue slashed
and its heart squashed.

The world played a
game of mockery with
my parents,

employing the fruitless 

to watch over them

The calabash of fruitlessness
was shattered by the words
which my parents buried in the air.

With the echo of fruitfulness I arrived.

My parents danced with the stars in the air;
in a show well attended by my ancestors.

By Adetayo Omotoyosi Adeolu