S. ABDULWASI’H OLAITAN

Blue Bird

folks like us are not used to
looking far ahead into the future.
we can't tell for sure when tomorrow is due to arrive.
neither do we see clearly, what our  
devotion could bring us
all i see now, is smoke coming from Palestine's border 
where harmony is made of blood,          
the cuts on the blue-bird refuses to mend, 
shattered into pieces          thrice the size of suya
then where is the peace?
Peace?
in Nigeria Blue-bird is symbol for peace 
not for me!
what do you call turbulent when peace is translates 
to massacre?
 i shall live to be reborn 
& share the tale of how Palestinians live the 
night where moon doesn't reach,
how their country's memorandum shed
paper tears
& how they warm the night; half sleep, half waking. 
in the evening of life. 
& Israelis didn't see the cake coming 
Palestinians didn't see the crescent 
of Rabi Al-awwal. 

S. ABDULWASI’H OLAITAN Author of 4 poetry chapbooks (The story I never tell, my live object d’art, fate that went astray and We’re the history that doesn’t know how to die) Nigeria redemptory poet, writing from a hole 54 kilometers away from Kwara state. He’s a lover of God and his parents. In love with literature, he enjoys writing poetry in both turbulent and peaceful moments. He writes poems and sometimes plays into fiction. His works had been anthologies or forthcoming on different literary magazines, such as The graveyard zine’s magazine, United Global Renaissance (UGR), Poetry Soup, empire arts and culture, beautiful minds community MMXVI and elsewhere.