Summoned

This night I lay,

Among strange eyes,

Like thorns, am gray,

Swayed by kinsmen lies;

Those we voted,

Those we boasted,

With blood and tears,

They marred, no fears.

Fingered among peers,

For murdering the clan,

As I campaigned and dared,

Unseated by kinsmen plan.

I saw my daughter wept,

For the first time I melt,

When the heat is unbearable,

Through my actions, unforgivable 

Once acclaimed the messiah,

I swore that they would be far-best,

Anointed by people's desires

Now in the mud of unyielded harvest

My kinsmen are in the house,

In the court and government house,

They looted without clue,

They seated as a lobby sprue 

By the gate I stood like Mordecai

To bring my kinsman back online,

Like Harman they made a battle-cry

Seeking the fall of the divine,

The balloting has been done,

Now my clansmen terribly mourn,

Today am summoned but firstly I lay,

To be judged for the kinsmen I bailed

Poem: “Summoned” by Olorunleke Odubote