Beast In The Cities Poem by Stephen Olufemi Omolara

The road was long, very long, so long.
The journey was tough, the kicks, the punches,
Stake, in the most sacred, hiding part of a woman.
Cudgels not for thieves and kidnapers,
Descending on the innocent head of a damsel.
Can you watch the dancing steps?
Can you see my tears flow as I am recalling?
No arm around my shoulders, no whispers of it is well
As I punch my sorrow on these helpless keys.
A forlorn look on my face,
A hopeless thought in my heart: wake up big sis
Can you share my pains? Can you feel the aches?
I mean the one in my heart, not the attending migraine.
I cannot punch these keys any more...
They are not the culprits, we are;
Victims victimizing victims. Who wrote that?
I cannot remember. Wole Soyinka or Chinua Achebe
Not that I really care who, in this my demented moment
The choice of diction neither do I care.
Lions will not kill for fun,
What do will kill for? In war and in peace,
We kill but cannot eat. Humans, I mean, not goats.