He once dreamt of
giving other lads- peace
Now he wishes to
carry the gun
Like his brethren in
Somali, Liberia, et al
But he dare not step
out of the shadows
The melanin figments
in his body insufficient
The sun blinds his
eyes to nowadays realities
All he's got are the
blurry visions of the night
Give me one word for
a young Nigerian
Whose mother no
longer has a heart for care
Her glands so dry-he
got no milk to suck
And I'll show you
legions
Of watchmen who snore
away in daylight
Even when their
farmlands no longer grow seeds
Yet their sisters
have been taken by the raiders
Ever since the
mermaids kissed their soil
They no longer know
the word-abomination
See? These fishes even swim on
dry land
Having sex with their
grandmothers at the village square
While they cheer and make merry
with wine
Dancing to the tunes of a
neighbouring village
Even when their buildings have
been set on fire
Various, the tribes they claim
But of one language- they build
no tower of babel
Cowardice. Yet brawlers. Their
origin of praise singers
Always available where banana
will fall
Fuming at the passersby- they drop
no daily meal
Shaking like a jelly fish at the
times of action
Yet never ever ready for the day
of revolution
(c) 15.04.14. 10-11pm
... a dedication to the many
lives sacrificed on the altar of Nigeria.
Deep
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