Agboyi Felix - Sinking Boats

The waters are now raging and the land is fruitless.
The hoer hoes only stones.
The grave is not a sweeter post.
Tell me, tell me the reigns are not by corpes,
and the seasons allied will bear witness.
What gain 's 't then, if slayed for?
We who know all the goods, but know not the good of being good,
tell me, tell me the mournful voices are seizing
and the cries of bitter sobs will come in messages.
This restless era boosts too much a chaotic seed.
The souls are dead, long gone, sublimed in the acts of crucibles.
Farther than, we've travelled, in lost, we've drowned.
Look! Look round, all is void and in slumber.
The sour wines now taste bitter with waters reflecting faces no more
and neither the land at bearest.

Agboyi Felix

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