Dawn Of Terror Poem by Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson

Blood for fuel, flesh for matches;
So the wicked scene created in angst of irrationality.

The wrath of ignorance on man, that
Like a blind folded slave he's driven in endless insatiability.

Home becomes a den of hell for dwelling and
Fear so great like a scary movie grips the society.

How are the mighty truly fallen!
That so deep to an unknown terror lost the dignity.

Form where shall our help come against this unquenchable taste,
Of them who no care taketh for preservation of humanity.

Yet they call it service to the divine
Battering and massacring in the name of a false deity.

But! Where are they to whom our affairs hold?
They even in the apprehension loose their personality.

Houses go ablaze, and souls weep endlessly,
And behold all citizens are left in the phobia of timidity.

Forces of defense are held tight in the heat of the flame;
Leaving the ordinary in the state of dismal insecurity.

They fight in the name of a divine and we pray to the Divine,
What then is our fate in the hands of these fanatics drunken in their stupidity?

We are drawn deep in this era of terror, when man to man becomes the foe,
And like the beast in the field no longer pay homage to life's propriety.

Let them be drawn in their own terror for the damages they induce;
For truly; such as they, have no place in the company of humanity.


(A DEDICATION TO MY COUNTRY NIGERIA IN THIS ERA TERROR AND FEAR OF THE RELIGIOUS FANATICS AND SECT) .