Ogunsanya Enitan Olalekan writes

YESTERDAY IS HISTORY

Fed daily with frozen foods of torment

prepared in the kitchen of distress
cooked with gas of sorrows
to fill us to brim.

Yesterday;
we drank wine from the gourd,
gourd fabricated with lies
lies that ruined us of our day
day we cry of yesterday.

Tears of the pregnant cloud seize
to hearken to the voice of the dry land
on the altar of thirst
pleading of the yester-days wrong.

Yesterday;
we slept on foams of hope
hoping to see flames of hope
spring from the burning fire
to awaken us cos
Yesterday Is History.