An Era Of Confusion Poem by Michael Adeosun

As the lies keeps being dished out,
Our heads keeps spinning
The spin doctors from Aso Rock
endlessly gives us the assurance.
They say we are on top of the game,
The game of war.
Each time we seem to approach
a closure, there is a twist in the tale.
Killed Shekau resurrects again.
It all seems like the fairytale of the
cat with nine lives.
Do we need to wait for the tenth killing
of She cow before we can actually have
a feast to mark our victory.
This web of lies gets more complex
as the day goes by.
More tragic is the realisation
that the soil is becoming saturated,
saturated with the blood of the innocent.
We will continue to wish on Luck.
The one thing we need to save the land
is the energising of luck.
Our head spins still.
An era of confusion, it is.