(Dedicated to my Cousins)
Inundated (Novembers’ tenth sunrise)
The battle had been won;
Well, almost.
Reunion, some soldiers returned
Others plan to;
May-be tomorrow…
‘Good morning ma’
They might have said
After morning prayers before breakfast
Now… hearts in dashing pupil
Options ran inundated
Like bullets and Diallo
Response in a blink
Phone rang in marathon;
Skeptic plead universe
For paramedics and miracles
Turned powerless oracles in Agbor
‘Please confirm before embalming’
A female voice cried believing in miracle.
Vultures gathered around the tent-top
Tenth sunrise in November
My family must remember
With winked faces inundated with tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem