SILENCE, LIKE STONE
once an electorate,
now elected Governor;
Who first kissed Miss Ivie,
Later raped unborn children.
He stoned thousands to death -
Before her eyes, between her legs,
at front of a church, behind a mosque,
beside a shrine; but even he was found
at the back of a church, dead - with a blood-
bathed and bullet-riddled head.
Dead as a victim of slaughter,
Like assassination committed by silence,
Silence like weaponized stones -
a vector-disease slays its own vector;
he was found with Miss Ivie
who stones thousands
more thousand than his own thousands
to death, with silence;
Silence like tomb stones;
as solemn as a churchyard cemetry,
as sanctuary as a juju cemetry,
as sacred as a ramadan fast -
a vacuum excuse hijacks religion,
self-centeredness wears sanctification and says
'I'm the sacred,
unlike society the secular'.
Death is a stone that is thrown
from beneath religion. And
Religion is a blue shade under which she hides
from Town Criers
who say 'You must be socially involved'.
Stones? It is a tribe name
acceptable to be answered but
forbiden to be called,
for the tattered people that litter
the gutters opposite the tall fences
that protect the tall lives
of the wealthy people called Silence.
Today, they are
fully as angry as they are hungry; pushing the
fence to collapse. And
the stones are caving in.
The silence is collapsing; the
silence, like water -
the vocal feeds on the voiceless,
as real as Nigeria,
as sad as forgettable memories -
inevitability swallows up the today-of-forgettable-
And let hope come,
let the future come.
God bless Nigeria,
I love her !
Copyright © lucky okoedion | Year Posted 2014