Me-In The World Now Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

if the clouds let its bullets and bolt
Now i doubt it to be for a rain,
when i hear from miles noise of a sort.
Mine liver drops from its brim,
And I Look for the wall-clock,
to know what says the time.
The days are swift and fleeting
tommorrow is a hell to be built,
and its sun too deadly to walk in.
he cuts women's head like a knight
his shattered teeth are so rooten,
i fear to look at sky for moonlight.
you will find little children's blood,
and media-men will report nothing
the next morning in all our hood
i think evils when strong breezes
sweeps along my door and window
whistle rough, upon the dirty seas,
my heart wars sorrow of things i see
i run and hide for men in black kits
they're police, they will arrest me.