The Clashing Spears Poem by Nwagboso Kosisochukwu

Who are the makers of ammunitions?
Makers of riffles and arsenals
Makers of nuclear and atomic weapons
Tell me, are they meant for who?
For pursuing church rats and chimps?
Doubt! Get them tested for human heads
Now war spears are clashing

“Ana mbara”
Tis time for walls to be poster painted
Time for the air to be polished with echoes of the crusaders
The warm blood eating grasshoppers to break their jaw
And the poor take “a four year cup of rice”
Who is near? Note with ease
The melody of the war song
Transportations are free

There is handwriting on the wall
Clear enough for the sight of the aged
Tis very funny
That known wild boas
Are turning John the Baptists
The Jewish Barabbas
Is on saint’s hood
Reaally, at the scene of this war
Many Levites are running war errands
Even as many headless bodies are in sight

Do we really know the ones with blunt cut?
And still queue in their lines.
If they with palm fronds be
We aren’t goats
Politicization of the church sermons
Say nay oh shepherds
This really is a war against the morrow

War of the strong spears
Twenty thirteen tragedy
In ana mbara
In this our open land
Will glittering spear win over the sharpened?
Fellow victims of this great war
In this big fight of this big guns
Which way to go.
Those dressed in character or
Jacob in Esau’s outfit
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