Conflict Poem by Alex Adeoye

It is, a conflict locking in the marrow
That could not come up,
Waiting for a cloak of flesh,
A frame which refuses to come.

Even yet, it is conflicting in there
The host still sees unanswered questions
How to form them still a thorn;
When to ask them is yet a mirage;
Where to ask them yet unknown;
Still we see the figure whom to
Ask the question on daily bases.

Colour of the conflict is not yet painted
Whether green white green
Or other secondary colours
According to desires or mind lines.

The hosts are yet to decide and
The question remained.
All i know is that river Niger and Benue
Are not flowing well.