The First Victims

THE FIRST VICTIMS Walking back on triple feet From where newspapers float They sit down forming a nations map Where tumblers hit the table Like a bullet sound from Plateau state The table bearing dry gin and cigarette The altar of the discussion They talk sorrows and smoked it to the gods the gods they pour dry gin to To get high and hear the people cry They are the first victims Their memories still in tact Their veins stretch and faces rumpled As they open their mouth It bled painful events, dates and names Deep dates like 1914 and 1967 Others few years ago Too many to remember Names upon names mentioned They called today's date too With terrifying events Some yet to happen By tomorrow we will be old too They mentioned the second victims ©Kporho Vwede Daniel (General Ali Official)