Hullabaloo

HULLABALOO I smell thick and red dust I see dark smokes grow wings I hear the earth quakes in my stomach I feel Lucifer's caress on my chest with fire Mother must be somewhere, beaten and burning Tens of homeless boys have grown in my head- they have become touts and hooligans. A priest shouted: 'do not be friends with those in the world' His words took a wrong alley on their skin They vexed, and set God on fire. The radio spoke yesterday, and I lost my voice America launched the mother of all bombs- on Syria And Russia has taken a thorny glove To be their brother's keeper. Rivers are running into the arms of their banks And inside their nails is flood. My brother is biafran And he was told how his fathers ran from fire Under a less illuminated day- half of a yellow sun. There is noise in what these choirs sing There won't be rapture tomorrow- heaven, hell and earth are cities of confusion.