by Iyetade Verity Soyinka (c) 2012

If the stream has been cut off from its source,
Can it recover itself?
If the freshness of the spring water,
Has been diverted from it's original purpose,
To serve the lusts of mean, base, perverted persons,
Can it remember who it was?

If the spring has not been allowed to trill over pebbles,
Rejoicing in itself, Singing the song of all creation,
And rejoicing the souls of all who seek the living waters it serves;
Can it reconnect itself to its source,
Regaining and repossessing it's original Purpose,
Joy and happiness in life?

This is a word to all you who abuse,
You who live off the fear of the terrorised;
The terror of the destroyed;
The destruction of those whom you have abused:
When the broken shells,
The dry husks,
The disarticulated skeletons,
Of the mortally wounded, the degraded, the debased:
Begin to shake and rattle,
Begin to come together, into whole individuals again,
Begin to be clothed in flesh,
And blood flows through their veins again:
Nerves and sinews unlocked, and come to life again....
Begin to prophesy!!!

World, watch out!
Emotional terrorists, it's too late!
Physical, mental, psychological, sexual, verbal abusers;
Look behind you!
It's coming.
(c) Iyetade Verity Soyinka
Published in Stars Fill my Sky, edited by Peyi Soyinka-Airewele, 2013

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