I Witnessed It

Horrible smash of broken bottles, Blood gush from young touts' bodies, Nauseating odour of marijuana, grass, Spoiled that Monday evening. I witnessed it, A deadly fracas erupted, Between two rival teenage cultists, At Asarailu's son naming ceremony. Asarailu cult group had launched, A mayhem, killed, maimed, butchered, And escaped during the last encounter, But this reprisal is more brutally bloody. Imam's sermon bottled it till sunset, Final prayer was made, riot unleashed Boys brought out their lebe, cutlasses Empty bottles were maximally utilized Asarailu (angel of death) and his family, Of eleven siblings, wives and a mother, Occupied a newly completed building, Invited terror to our peaceful street. I witnessed it with my neighbours, We peeped through a square hole, Designed to open the gate by the entrants That's our own CCTV. Young urchins are more skillful Than the old ones in using machete Area boys massacred, stabbed rivals to coma, I witnessed it Police came like gentle civilians In a rickety korope, flashing torch lights After the storm had turned to a millpond Arrested Asarailu's mother-in-law and a chum. At last, fearful peace emerged Residents resurfaced from asylum Shared various versions of gory stories Fears had banished smiles from all faces Such is a rarity, it pains me Since I've been residing here Asarailu had murdered that aged peace This is the first ever kerfuffle note I enwrite