This was an unfinished poem i wrote for the first bomb blast at Nyanya.
The second 0ne, having gone off late evening May 1st, 2014, was a terrible reminder…and even before this, i already did title the write-up Mayday..
These are not the times I write
Not that the time is right
But these times are Night
Night in the Morning Sun
Frightened. Mothers Mourning Sons.
“Mummy Don’t Let Me Die”
Fathers farther from returning from
A day that had not even started
Than a bright sky that façaded a cloudy storm
“Sunny, See Yhu Soon, Bye”
Pain Is Buried Deep Within
Her needled touch injects the grime of Reality & Loss
Sticking it all the way in till Brokeness becomes skin
On the brink of death, evil’s arctic eyes stares at us
As ruby tears tint our vision of a blue moon
Grey clouds wrenched
To drench us with a Violet of Violence
Now Fear Has Us
Imperfectly weakened I find my soul after
I sought to scour the score of the scores of souls slaughtered
For apparently seeking some kind of role or power
Or the Demise of Love
Or a fulfillment of Word uttered
Man’s heart stays steady watered by thoughts doused in the Devil’s gutter
Life flowing crimson rivers of an unheard outcry
Rooted in Black Thought
But we still strive
Worked like a robot today
But inside be empty as tin cans
But what kept echoing is “WE Can!”
When forlorn fiends feed fat on fortunes of oil & blood
Forgone with the fact we’re tuned for turmoil & discord
Hope as rags dashed with ash & rust!
Foolery reigns inward. Seeds sown in lust!
In God we trust but we look up and not in Us!
We took Love and cross and ran to dust!
…even as I end this…another bomb goes off
Same spot. Humans have made thunder strike twice.
Sheets of sorrow soak in sinister shock. Tears become gall. Tough.
…And my Chibok sisters…
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