The Curse Of Cain Poem by Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle

Blood spills
And tears drill,
We live under shades of terror;
Nights of moonlights become of horror,
We are going awry,
Our brotherliness becomes blurry.
We disperse and scatter like sand.
Alas! The erect pillar can not stand.
The binding rope fiercely loosing
And pandemonium distantly oozing.
Our courage is reproachable
And the curse becomes indelible.
Our brothers have their fellow slain
And thus, we bear the curse of Cain.