Ceremony of Blood-Bath

CRISES IN THE DESERT written in the effect of religious crisis in Nigeria Our heart received the message And tensions well-positioned themselves in the sky. Heads sought refuge at army barracks; A world of agony was about to loom Who cursed that Friday noon? When the serpent’s deceit erected citadel Of hatred in peoples heart The same blood in different capillaries Rebelling against each other's idealism. Who could whisper cross? When star, hung on a sickled-moon dominate our faces And a thousand songs in Arabic slang marched nearer, Muslims commandos camouflaged by white gowns; Armed by guns, arrows and cutlasses. Alas! the ceremony of blood-bath began And cry of slaughtered Christian children Opened the ceremony And mass-grave gave them merits. Like sickle on harvesting rice; Flying cutlasses upon human heads. Dwarf daggers visited intestines Smoke-bleeding churches, weeping altars And smiling blood-dripping heads of ecclesiastics Danced conga in broad-daylight. Battered bodies, burning houses and tattered businesses Were all in attendance.. Demons of despair, agony and hunger Later paid their tributes. Prophets of economics later prophesied That more worms will lick our bellies written in effect of religious crisis in Nigeria