POEM/ 73 COFFINS, 73 GRAVES

It is for you
That my heart bleeds
My brothers from Benue,
Massacred by merciless Foolanis.
They butchered our brothers
To preserve our beef
They spared no to spear
The mother and the suckling.
I still see the bloodstream
From deep cut holes
Of lifeless bodies
Sent to their graves
In the wake of a new dawn.
I still see the never ending lines
Of graves dug side by side
I see the coffins
Never so large a number
At once,
Hosting the remains of displayed cruelty
Amidst a dark cloud of witnesses
That mourn.
I see the headlines of inaction
The tolerance of terrorism
I hear the voice of vicious silence
I see the inklings of federal incompetence
Perhaps the unveiling
Of preconceived agenda,
A part of a bigger plan.
And if the error of our choice
Evades us still,
We shall whine and die
While they wine and dine
A second time.

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