My heart burns as my urge
To learn becomes Terror’s urge
Though we hope for the rain
But let me write under this reign
To Daddy:
Songs of solidarity we sorrowfully
Sang while we were conveyed
To our destruction, as we helplessly
Marched to the forest of the dead
I was at the middle of the scene
When thoughts of freedom came
Only to hear we are the victims
Of the sin; my body sweats shame
To Mummy:
Make extinct the pride in me
For my holy of holies has become
Playing ground for sacrilege
So, forget all my regular pledge
We become slaves of bestialities
Animal surrogates daily feed us
With their manhood, to make us
Rejoice with rancorous chorus
To my teacher:
Memories of arithmetic has been
Washed by the stripes from these men
Now, four cardinal points you thought
Has become routes to world underneath
Forget not to tell my mother that,
Evolving mountains on my body
The symbol of pride, now supplant
The wicked man’s lovely armoury
To all and others:
Tell the saviour to board a time traveller
That part of our future may be secured
Tell them not to use the four-point compass
But come through the winds of vengeance
This I write from the remnants in our veins
As we patiently wait for the saviour’s reign
Written by: James Ademuyiwa Jamesconco