A Syndrome Poem by Jubril Balogun

The season of fear
Awakened by misty grief
Aye! Windy bears hope fare
Across unhealthy faces of reverie
Cutting through inevitable arduousness
Born of Boko-Haram conundrum
Wielded by disgruntled lot
To rid a stance in governance
A whipping tool of fate
Dangling in angstal winds
Whooping, lashing...
Driving towards abysmal repose
Creating a maelstrom
Cursing through wonted peace
Paced by echoes of mortality
Luring tears off wearied eyes
Saddened streams of immense sublimity
Drifting utter wails of contempt
Forged down our plaintive throats.