Poetic Justice

Choked by the incense of poetic justice, I volunteered to be slain for the betterment of humanity. The paintings of my ink on white sheet were witnesses, When in Abuja, I drew my poetic daggers, Against a twin bomb blast that left separated Limbs of men bleed with acrimony. Eyes wept with sympathy crawling down their cheeks While our crown boast of a thousand solutions with no one in sight. Poetic justice shall reign in Nigeria, I prayed I handshake my communication god when it rang And cling firmly my peripatetic poetic spirit, To Didier's motherland, under the cloud of French stimulated Ivory, I saw a goat-bearded-god mimic the suit of the stars and stripes. And commands pagan's adoration of the sun upon his throne. When scions of termites spit at the sight of our dead flesh. I wept when hunger-lashed beggars’ union Cling on my feet for one CFA franc. Poetic justice shall reign in Ivory Coast, I prayed Under strong loyalty to tyrannical whipping with merciless rod. I saw my brothers drip blood from the scars of yesterday. Should religious fundamentalists be blamed? When a star, firmly crucified on a sickle moon, Grind the 'holy cross' people of the south. While the big brother stood akimbo and watch vultures poke our intestines. The referendum at hand smells secession success on my screen. I pray for poetic justice in Sudan, Africa and the whole world.