The First Conflict Poem by LIGHTCHEERFUL BRIGGS

The earth bubbled; what seemed corporal melted into space
Shortly after the first huddle of racism
The wave of revolutionary trend breeze in
It was the first rung to the ladder by the grace imperialism
A blood bathed against the tin-gods of the four empires
The eyes of the victims muttered for a messiah
The atmosphere of justice prevailed over everywhere
Right senses of leadership were expunged from the constitution
Power tussle became vehement conquest for these robots.
A struggle of against mob rule; against apartheid and hostility
Became another exodus of the division;
Empires were carved for the Ali-babas' to dominate
A barbaric curse in the sight of a true nationalist.
What seemed a struggle for survival no more than selfishness;
Gave birth to a premature military coup to topple the four empires; and its leadership.
Though many things were done behind the scene to obviate this human tragedy,
Still the noose continued tightening.
A bomb-shell was received; though its miscarriage gave way to massive slaughter of the east;
It was the most inhumane military operation ever known in the military palance.
They went about it haphazardly. Skulls lied along every street for claim
While the raven devoured unclaimed carcasses
Heaven was shut against men; forces of disunity dispersed to puncture every tube of peace.
Hay, shocking atrocity lingered everywhere
Addition to this unwholesome atmosphere of vandalism
General was forced to kiss the earth; he cried executed.
It was a bloody coup aimed at victimization
Yet the reactionaries were not asleep.
‘ABURI' played its fair role as the agent as of peace
Yet accords were turned upside down by the tyrants
Arms conflict became the only peaceful solution
A curse that stinks and stings; secession was declared
Though it was a dream that never came true
Yet millions of skulls were used to appease the gods.
When the atmosphere boiled down, down to a total revolt against repression and suppression
It became the Armageddon of the people.
Men forced for recruitment, victims of war dropping dead at every trek made in thousands miles
Hunger as mien stared at these innocents; as they trekked to an unknown destination.

Weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth became the order of the day;
Starvation vigorously stared at them on the face.
White kwashiorkor a killer phobia sapped through healthy body, damaging it beyond resuscitation.
Properties missed their ways; safety entirely erased from the system.
It was a memorable day of unspeakable encirclements; A day scarcely to be forgotten.
Mortars, bombs exploded, bullets pierced through the robust body of men
When rebels opportune to loot and betrayed the ‘IKEMBA'.
The total structure of the country was blown sky-high;
As men decompose for the ravens and the worms to eat up
A cry of reason condensed; look around in three years of bitter encounter
Millions of human souls and materials were impoverished.
An encounter much more deadly than the Russian revolution;
That fought against still staring at us face.
Oh! God save us from this mad rush to the slaughter house.