The Gong Song Poem by Ifeoluwa Philips

(Dedicated to the massacre that happened in Owo @ Ondo State Nigeria)

A loud unspoken word
In our dear beautiful green world
Stains on the purity
As saint's blood flooded the land, how nasty?
Right from our eyes
The peace waving flag is iced
And silent becomes louder
Even to the aching aching heart it beat sound louder

At our of worship, praise song was beat loud with riffle sound
Where wine for communion was mistook for blood
The bread was broken in piece for the dead and wounded lying on the red painted sand
Paint made from a thick worshippers blood
At a silence moment of worship
Then came a rapture in pain and hardship
So loud the drum of pain
And dancers were forced to learn through sorrowful rain

Praise the Lord
Where was it said so said the gun lord
Fire in the rain
And no rainbow to suck off the evil rain
A great flood of blood
Barbarically splash on the sky and rain a great flood
Boots curiously running to meet savior
While the gate of hell was open wide even at door of the savior

Who to tell this unspoken words to?
To the deaf or dump who lacks words too?
Who will listen to the cry of the unborn?
Telegraphing the world sorrow though yet unborn!
Who will tell the mother of this land not to cry?
As the sun shaded the sky with heavenly cry
Who will stop the father from going through the tiled road of sorrow?
Even our hope for tomorrow is too narrow!

The silence is loud
But who can tell how?
And the crying cloud
Having headache, who ought to say now
The gong has sounded loud
And the earth drummer lost their beating sound
The louder the silence become
The heavier the earth hard cry become...