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SEASON OF NO LIGHT: by Olajide Teniola

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Behold the night
As black as the sour-faced tar
Harvest season for soul hunters
Behold the night I say, season without light

Enthralled uncanny feeling
On the residents of the street
As they brandished
Their shiny weapons of destruction
Behold the night I say, season without light

Lives sent on errands of no return
Leaving others homeless
Orphaned and helpless
Properties subsumed in careless wrath
Behold the night I say, season without light

Blood trickled down their face
Gushing from the bowels in flood
Stricken!
No time to say goodbye
Behold the night I say, season without light

In its darkness the way is lost
Groping around on four(s)
A way out they seek
Searching for the door
Behold the night I say, season without light

With machetes in one hand
Powder that kills in the other
Death follows their strides
Like a gullible shadow
Behold the night I say, season without light

The street silent, the air still
Even nocturnal animals
Held their peace
Praying for the homo-sapiens (as)
Darkness refuses to shine bright, in a season of no-light

SEASON OF NO LIGHT by Olajide Teniola

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