When Will Morning Come?

Kayode Makinde

Kayode Makinde

Saturday 4 March 2023

When Will Morning Come?

The bed of our long night creaks.

Its troubledness in harmony

With the fret in our spirit asking

when morning would come.

Aching eyes tired from being bold

Missing faded glories of longest times

Bleed logical tears till tip of dawn.

Angry dogs bark at elements untold.

Cryptic owls hoot bothering plenty sleeps.

We thought during childhood days

These stupid witches have come again.

Tongues uncleave from rooftops

Of heavy mouths, we began to pray.

Still certain uncertainties sprinkle speckles

Into tomorrow’s hopeful days

The stern faces we beheld yesterday

Whisper unending promises into our ears.

They are still here and our night prolongs.

Like one prisoner I knew who awaited trial

Seven years until God’s mercy said final

Such is the brute night that strangles the song

From the throat of the skeptic strong

Evil shines under the blanket of darkness

A man, grey haired soon to celebrate

Double silver jubilee crawls about

This greenish oily wilderness.

His siblings tell the world of their great feat

How they grinned ear to ear

When the sun of hope peeped

On the black horizon of their slumbered east.

Our night is prolonged.

This bed of our long night quakes,

Its tension harmonizes the question

We keep asking our distressed selves

When will morning come?