The world is aging
Soon perchance
It shall forget how to dance to the rhythm
Of this song
Our lovers in bed with us
Shall become nothing to our eyes than
Logs of wood
Their smiles shall become nooses
To which we shall be hung
And sex
Shall become a frontline
Where blood shall flow in abundance
Desecrating our lands
And the smokes from the chimneys
With other flames from burning bushes
Shall to the atmosphere return
Then
The world shall die
And we the inhabitants
Shall vaporise into the thin
Air
Akpa Arinzechukwu is a Nigerian born poet, environmental activist, blogger and tutor. His works have appeared or will feature on Fundza, Visual Verse, Eastlit, Poetry Pacific and elsewhere. He is currently working on his collection of poetry.
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