Moments Poem by Khemmie Ray

Yesterday,
We said goodnight with smiles
Making the moon our witness

Today,
We awake to a dawn of guns and weapons
From friends who bade us goodnight.

Then,
We lived as one like a bunch of broom sticks
Sweeping aside our differences

Now,
The legs of the corpses we buried are out
Our differences stood before us like ‘Eshu'

Before,
My neighbour was more than a friend
We shared the moments of life together.

After,
If you shed our blood because of our kind
Is it still not red like yours?