Murderland Poem by Michael Oluwasegun Adesiji

•Murderland•

My motherland bleeds
To the stings of snakes
With antidotes seen
But, far from reach.

Her land harbours
Coffins of the poor & frail
Whose breath seized
For cattles to graze

My mother and her land
Which no longer makes her base
Have been set ablaze
By some herders in rage

Shall I tell the story
Of a family that wails
To the crops and corpse
They once treasured someday
All turned into some
Stormily heavy flames

From the north
Through the east
Down the west
Came death in mammal shape
Mooing through some pastures
And hunting the human race.

My motherland bleeds
To the stings
Of some four-legged beasts
Matching in their battalions
With rogues with rods
Wooden and some metallic
Weapons to kill or chase.

Have you heard of a land
Where certain animals
Are superior to all beings
National honorables
Swinging their lengthy tales
In the ego of a noble king

With a horn-crowned to hit
The royalties kill at will
Men who restrict
The stampings of their heels
Upon owned feeds.

The demons are roaming
With their bullet filled horns
Till they find my greeny space
And slit my mild face

Mystical, right?
Well, it's not a fairy tale
It's my motherland,
My everyday pain.

Murderland

©Onyedikachi: The Cub To The Seven Gods.