THE SUN BECAME A RHAPSODY
By: Daso Boluwaji Once upon a time I became saddening that I couldn’t embrace the Sun ending While clamoring to the sun dancing I have no choice but to start clapping At first doubted if she was beautiful But my instinct told me not to be dreadful Who am I not to be respectful? When my instinct has said something peaceful I tried to glance at her red faces My eyes couldn’t afford to lose her dices Rolling down is the tears of the Sun piercing To the breeze of the earth flapping Behold was a boy rapping To the drum of the Sun roaring While the being at the stairs Rejoicing To the bliss of the path flipping The Sun became very happy Seeing the beings collaborating To the jingle of the Sun Ending While the creator of heaven and earth looking Suddenly was a gun spraying To the window of every hearing What else will the Sun start doing? To curb the act of the wrong doing Wow! it was just a little misunderstanding That was between the sun and the boy rapping Though, there was a little