The Murder
We heard weeping howls without hope
From fallen facades far-flung
Like lonely lip-shaped leaves left littered
We watched wicked wired whips which whispered
Whilst wearing worn-out wounded flesh
And women with wrapped infants inking incantations
Perhaps afraid to utter prayers: padlocked tongues.
Some sang sweet songs sounding so solemnly
Before bloody blades broke bones and bullets bleared.
But of us who live to tell these tormenting tales
Bear butchered bodies, blistered, bruised backs,
Anguish and amputated arms against ankles:
Death, survival's sister; such sinister sinner.
(Again, another alliteration altered)
©Samuel Jr.
Samuel Adeyemi (Samuel Jr.) is a poet and a spoken word artist. He currently studies English and Literature at Federal University, Lokoja. A lover of music, sports and art, He hails from Kogi state and resides in Abuja.
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