There’s those who want to fix the world
And those who’re fixing the world.
There’s those who buy it
And those who don’t buy it.
Commemorating the suit,
Not those in the soot
With the world on their shoulders
And the world at their feet.
The Power and the Power,
Who work the land into an industry
Taking a mere couple of centuries to consume
What’d taken millions of years to produce,
Motivated by machines
Fuelled by fossilised trees that once harboured the CO2
That’s being released by their chimneys into clouds of concrete mist,
With the sound of hammers striking the anvil,
Creating sparks which ignite the sky,
While shutting us in –
Like a press bearing down.
About Ijagun Poetry Journal
Ijagun Poetry Journal is a quarterly journal that provides a platform from which we can tell our own stories in the authenticity of their multiplicity through the poetic medium. We don’t want to hear these stories from our master “griots” alone; we want to hear from those mastering their art, too. Hence, we aim at publishing new and emerging poets. We also welcome the works of established poets in order to encourage the poetic genius of those mastering poetic art. We prize original works that conform to, break or reinvent conventions. Again, we accept reviews and critical essays on poetry. We also accept powerful art works and photographs that make us appreciate the "poetry" in everything.
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