Dairy of Alhaji Tanko
Our decimation is no news no more,
And brothers swam the sands of the desert
For our heads - as tears became thicker than blood;
Hell has found its place amongst us.
The morning and night are against us.
They conspire with the bulb of the earth
To hunt us down while our shadow freely flee from us
In fear as we roam like potential corpses.
Yesterday, they came in hundreds in monstrous motors,
Squirting death's seeds at sighted souls - thereby planting
Murder on our lands; they performed ablution with our blood,
Took our daughters and drown our abode with streams of fire
In the gleeful watch of our protector above.
For how long will our peace be sodomized?
For how long will our death cease to appease you?
Are we cursed by you, or are you jealous
And threatened by our existence?
Who exhumed the peaceful hell?
Despaired hearts asked from paradise's hell,
Gnashing their teeth towards absconded fate.
I recall the serious-play of Russian roulette
Thrown at me in the theater of death,
Each rounds went off breaking my frozen blink.
My faith denied fate its fetish grin that day,
But my brothers calmly lost their heads
In silent supplication at terror's swag.
Today, I speak to you from a prisoner's lot;
Just before this bloody ground swallows me
In a mass grave interred amongst victims of brotherhood,
Know that i have painstakingly tried
To sieve water from fire
So as to extinguish hell for my children.
Copyright © Timothy-Paker Nwaorgu | Year Posted 2014
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