By AbdulGafar Babatunde Badmus – Civil Engineering 300level

And of them are still
beholders of winters

Of them have for summers
left for nowhere

Of them are the wayfarers
Of journey
journey that gives no hope
of returning

Of them bade the word
of departure at dawn
in memory of our
confab at twilight

Of them have for decades
been detained
never wrong but right

Of them still hearken to voices
on the sickbeds
beds that in their appearance
lament of a throbbing memory
We gag them not but we adore.


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