We were innocently young,
And thought everything was fun.
Dining with the devil was normal
For him to avoid us was abnormal.
These scars are enough proof.
We are grey and older now.
Evil we contest, the good we hardly detest.
A swell time for death to have fun, we found it sour.
We coil and spring to our heels.
He bargained with the dust.
In reality, it is completely lost.
Lending its filthy hands to digest devoured preys,
We increase our pace and pray.
No waiting whenever we hear the ground thunder
We know that familiar sound; it just belched.
Another soul did satisfy his appetite.
We cannot be forever young,
But we can be forever grateful we were once young.
To me, that is the cheerful sound of a gong.
– Olufemi Oladotun.