Tears of blood
Tensions rising
Our hearts persistently troubled
Matchets, clubs and sticks
Butchered heads and amputated limbs
Cornered in houses glowing with red flames
Our very skin charred till we scream no more
Tears of blood…
Streaming down our chicks in ceaseless columns
News from the North causing our hearts to falter
Our dreams, investments…..our hopes
The very cradle of our future
Like unripe bread fruit….forcefully plucked and wasted
Our sons pursued and butchered like goats
Our daughters and wives….even those blessed with new life
Stripped, raped and spat on
Before the blades and fire come crashing down
Tears of blood….
Hearts broken….heads bowed in shame
Paltry sums offered….
The death of our children turned to a mere mockery
The muturus of the North running freely with stupid grins and remorseless stares
Their leaders employing scrawny writers and slapdash blogs
Stories spurn with lies to confuse the weak hearted
And for a brief second….they gloat in their victory
Tears of blood…..
Surely we shall not forget
Our hearts ever scarred….
Plots of vengeance…?
Farfetched…maybe….
But surely…reckoning must be had
Thick wads hardly the price of princely blood
And never in vain shall their souls rest!!!
© Nd Obi
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