Alive Not Dead
My people I have seen seas of pains
With series of painted assaults and
Hatred from elites of illiteracy
My people no not again my people
For it is the same people that gives
Us this sad injection of deprivation
If I should sit down to eat even
With out hunger I will eat more than
A glutton after surviving the Jos
Massacre
They have crushed our plates with
Food by bending Benue to bleed
Zamfra to bleed
Nkpor with blood erosion
Leaving my home will not solve
The blood suckers problem
But to stay back with metal fellows
To fight back as a scholar
Let the pains of the innocent ones
Be respected
Let the bombers be given death of
The law to swallow our bones are
Broken beyond medication
Vultures are tired of eating the flesh
Of our young men
Our children and our women of
Adoration
One day the blood of justice will
Bath this barbaric culprits
Copyright © Okonkwo Ifeanyichukwu | Year Posted 2019
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