Avenger's Woes Poem by Tony Adah

The avengers didn't feign
Any laughter or an ordinary smile
They spoke in pain
And in anger of tear- filled souls,
No one cares.
Their bombs signify a cause
Intense and grave
No one cares to know,
They understand the difference
Between sadness and joy
Sadness that leaves no joy in Ijawland
And the rage of agony in Ogoniland.
If it not so intense
If it is not so grave
If it is not so hot
If it doesn't explode,
Melancholy will blossom in the land
Perpetrators will feign oblivion
Still fish will pant like
A muscle twitch in dearth of air
Forests will turn into snags
Vegetation will shrivel,
Wilt like the fury of hot water
On Bahamas grass.
Abuja will shine
Ogoni will be a shanty
Ijaw will be a slum
Indigenes of the wealth will slump
A subnation decimated
And strangers will celebrate of
One unequal nation.