VISIONARY by Dauda Onawola

VISIONARY

Not only the one with eyes
Yet the only one that sees
Following my instincts sternly

For I have chosen an arena of view
In which I see the circle around which man run



I heard what my ancestors did
I see what I am doing
I envisage the actions of the ones to come
On a call to answer for the apparitions
I was daunted by my vision

In forethought of the fate of the race
Inside of me for which there is blaze
Guttling iniquity thus illuminating the path to grace
I see the sphere dying yet man is unbraced
Man smile, mother Earth grimaces

I see Earth and the remainder of the ozone layer
I see the portion of human heritage that was shed
I opted to stand where I can see
By which I am the only one that sees...
The shuddery phase of existence
That we have arrived at.

©Dauda Onawola