FURORE IN THE LAND

Written by: ADEOLA BALOGUN

Darkness clipped this enclave,
As we wake to this new dawn.
It eroded our minds.
Our days turned nights!
Our nights turned days!

Our cries swim across our continent's borders,
We craft tents and hear wailings,
From our forsaken lands,
In our makeshift settlements.

We lost our heads like decapitated bottles.
We wailed to our oppressors and get in return,
The shattering clamps and bangs from our repressors.

Our eyes are opened to the leeway of social network,
The maddening ginger that rummed us
To this state that we know not
What awaits us infront.

Our days turned nights,Our nights turned days,
As we see ruins in our lands.