Very soon, vultures will gather here
To pick up living cadavers that make cadences of deep snore.
They’d smile at the crimson coloured caffeine
dripping from the dark side of the Missouri, the Nile and the Niger.
When these zombies get high on rye,
Even dracula shall lose the last instinct to suck
And Martians would descend through the degenerated ozone
To attack the white vanguards on these black streets
from their vantage points.
Till then, love sings a dirge
But let Peace be a spectator.
i. We are all children of death, born at the cemetry of doubts and hopeless future that exists in the bald hearts of photo-copied pictures and dreams that soared away long ago on the wings of vultures, On empty boxes of ballots of riots we sit Waiting for the fufilment…
Maiduguri, oh! 'home of peace.' Ancestral abode of the kanuri,my countrymen. Innocent blood now flood your Ngadda River. Deserted streets littered with shells and grenades. Unguarded souls die like fowls in the Kyarimi Park. Gunshots mark the tick-tack of the clock. Unidentified bodies litter your wearied streets. Roadside bombs crow…
Man’s inhumanity to mankind We have thus seen it all How houses and streets are burnt Like Sodom and Gomorrah’s fall For kill or be killed Is all they live for As peace is laid to rest When with chaos they quench their thirst Alas! They only live to maim…
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