A Dark Sunday Poem by Bamisaye Adeniran

The daily produces unpleasant products
The ear is becoming more displeased
The heart is hurt as each minute and second tick
... We grief, we mourn-‘cos our heart is hurt.

The loss of precious yet again
Lives that would have made the difference
This is one but too many, divinity come console us again.

A dark and very black weekend, and a stained Sunday
Our nation has been badly hit, heaven please help
It's so devastating to the ears and the pillars of our heart have been taken apart.

We can't handle this, divinity come to our rescue
Could this be the consequence of our inhuman acts?
Have our iniquity come to pay us a visit?

Heaven please, we need a hug- a warm embrace we ask for
We plead for divine consolation
Let mercy come and dwell amongst us-take your green card and have it.

May their souls rest in peace
And their loved ones be consoled from above
We pray, not for this Lord please! See More