Endsars Home Or Exile
Home is where everything is said to be born
and border is where we learn to say goodbye
from home. When two rivers meet we call a confluence
but when two borders kiss we say its war
then home has sure been a thorn
so we wish we were never born in that home
call thorn or be reborn from a fresh new stem
then we call home exile and exile home when
our border becomes an exit map to a new land,
may be America bring us on board, point us to
a new line so we cry to mother earth to save us
from the claws of SARS, marching & chanting
In unisons Endsars! Endsars! Endsars!
Our placards raised up high above our heads
as our mind sing, before more of us become
plates of black-eyed peas as our fallen heroes
bodies sank like satin dipped a red berry bathtub
Our own motherland has drank of her owns
children wine like vines she pressed they smashed
the fiery bullets is falling things apart
Our ancestors graves shook as the sounds of those
carnivorous spears thrust through their children's
skulls ravaging every parts of their bones to powders
because when you get to the end, you start to realize
what important to you Cos' in the end the only thing
that actually matters is love/ blood/ family
By
Gideon Idudje
Copyright © Gideon Idudje | Year Posted 2021
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