INVERSION

By Alaro Basit

                                 Photo Credit:  Shivi

INVERSION

What is left of a day without the glimmers of light?

What is left of a voice if it's resonance can't be felt? 

In this poem, light is a metaphor for every voice 

yearning to be heard & voice is an euphemism for 

every youthful soul ASUU is striking; every innocuous 

flesh bullets are kissing, every farmland gore is irrigating. 

Wherever you are, take a look around. There's always a thorn 

in every dark corner ready to perform Chinese acupuncture 

on you, always a kettle of vultures waiting to prey on your 

demented figure. Yesterday, affliction gifted me with a pair 

of binoculars & forged my mind into an asteroid that 

plummeted my etherealness to space. From there, I saw a 

fatigued mother feeding herself to a smothering fire - she'd 

rather burn to ash than watch her lads starve to death. 

The eldest is nowhere to be found, some say his hands are 

now chisels that work in the devil's workshop. 

But when you ask about the father's whereabouts, 

they say he adds up to the queue at the polling booth.

                                           

Alaro Basit, 4/4 of the Next Generational Poets (NGPs), is a creative writer and poet. He made the shortlist in the "Man-Up Literary contest" and was honourably mentioned in the "Write the World Nature poetry contest" where he happened to be the only African on both lists. His works are/shortcoming on Woven Poetry, Brittle Paper, Boys are not stones anthology, Word for Earth Project published on Amazon and elsewhere. Say hello to him on Twitter @alaro_basit.