Blood Morning. Poem by habib akewusola

BLOOD MORNING.

Writing from the vicinity of
Aluu,
My beautiful taboo.

Here is the hometown of Kalu,
My good friend who resides in
Kano.
Aluu, the popular city wearing
Jungle tattoos,

In this city, atrocity happens every
Afternoon
Innocent blood could be mistaken
For cashews,
Vampires breathing within manhood.

Now I can't eat my Apu
Human beings could be roasted
Like cattle,
Yoruba calls it maluu.

If GOD should ask for one
Word,
I will say HE must banish You,
Seize all your shoes
And the pregnant shouldn't
Deliver fruits.

Habib Akewusola