PoeticThursday(PT): Òlòde by Emmanuel Oritseweyinmi
You stand over him, a judge
He begs though he knows you won’t budge
Regret tears at his heart,
You pull the knife — slay the hart!
You are Òlòde—One who bears light,
One who keeps evil out of sight.
Are you not Òlòde—the one who watches,
Why then do you stone a lad in clutches?
Is that a smile I see on your face,
A blooming joy at another’s disgrace?
You stare over him
Heart cold, eyes grim.
Be done with it then Òlòde,
Finish the man!
And sing him an ode,
Is that not the plan?