One Nation

Written by: Jones R Ayuwo

In the south;
Racing hearts and trembling fingers,
Sirens wailing in the distance
Uniformed men in their well rehearsed stance.
Human roadblocks emitting sweat, stench and saliva.
Metallic birds, hovering and circling the skies yonder.

In the north;
Eyes wide with terror and disbelief
Starring down that tiny black hole
Just a lil’ urge and it spurts out rapid fire
This already brief sweet life, rudely asked to leave
By the faceless fellows bearing the black hole.

Everywhere else;
Scrambling and clambering and stumbling
Each seeking the shortest and quickest way to safety.
She rises and surges, nothing is sacred before her!
In the wake of her destruction she leaves behind her children…
Flotsam and Jetsam!

Somewhere in the middle;
Strewed lambs and assorted avian limbs
Decorate the tables in the grand halls within a certain rock christened Aso.
Some say the beautiful ones are not yet born.
I say the beautiful ones are born…
Only, the ugly ones handle their make up
 So they look ugly too.