Featured Poem: Day Bye Day, by McDaniels Afangideh

Day Bye Day (by McDaniels Afangideh)

Night outs its duty for Morning phase

Creatures rising with dim eyes in bright faces

The sun traverses the land

journeying through the east

Homes make their daily bread with Holy yeast

Neighbours dance out exchanging pleasant pleasantrys

Clergymen chant canticles alone in their presbytery

Labourers file out in queue labouring for arrears

Doctors pray to Hypocrates to bless their their career

Poets paint pictures with pen filled analogy

Teachers reminded never to neglect their pedagogy

Student quest for Knowledge just to pay the price

Policemen find pleasure in bribe, not in bride

With every prayer they say

What more can we ask for each day

But an apple to keep the doctors away.

II.

It seems the day is over

Here comes evening

Gentle wind tickle rumpled skins

Tired clouds race back home

Where? 'Only nature seems to know

The big light ball alone down the path to the west

As birds of same feather mend their nest

Traders bid customers with priceless byes

Beggars decorate the street with fancy rags

Labourers rejoice in their labour arrears

Young girls fetch the riverbank with round bags

Lovers traipse paths leading to Garden of Eden

To make their undying love a secret hidden

Now the day is over

Night is surely here

Children watching tales by moonlight

All gathered at the village square

Babies kissing their mother's breast with sleepy eyes

Lovers canoodle on their bed of lies.

Day Bye Day.

- McDaniels Afangideh

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