DANCE MOTHER! REFORMERS HERE WELL DWELL

DANCE MOTHER! REFORMERS HERE WELL DWELL
Weighty wailing! Mother earth wailed
In years so old in menopause
For her self-weaned children jailed
In foolhardiness birthed of foolish cause,

Worth this not a catalyst to weep?
Sucklings sucking the juicy breasts
Which but of their brain sap and sweep,
Unlike my bitter but healthy fallen breasts

Shapely so shaped by the elders,
Those who by nature being crowned kings,
Yea! Kings deeply dipped in deep sage of
Way to live, guides to this worldly age.

'Who will save my offspring!' mother earth lamented.

Dramaturgist has drugged us
With acts nearly blind to life
And prose prosed us with fictions
Too lenient a hard struck
To break, grind and make us,

But birthed living still
Are legions of poetic writers,
Men who with grandeur speech till
The rocky hearts till filter.

So,

Rejoice mother, Rejoice!
Reformers here well dwell.

©Oladoyin Micheal 2019
Prof. Mike Breeze