If I didn’t come by chance
Why does it look like everything is going on without my control?
If I’ve got power
Why are my oppressors getting stronger?
I’m having melting ice cream for lunch!
Power to the government
They won’t relinquish
I won’t resist
Power to my oppressors
I am messed
I won’t complain
I am participating in their show
A new strength is a curious one
A new fortitude to wade through this cast of control is a tremulous one
I see guns touting at me
They say there must be no fruition to my resistance
This is where I either blow out or their bullets miss me by chance
I have my life in my hands but my hands are not mine
Tunde-Awe Tunde was born and raised in Ilorin, North-Central Nigeria. He writes poems, essays and nonfiction. His works are largely influenced by personal experiences, compositions of Thom Yorke, Michael Stipe and most recently, Emmanuel Iduma. He enjoys dancing alone in his bachelor’s pad, just before shower time. He resides and works from Lagos as a Customer Care Executive with a leading Telecommunications Firm.