The Revolution. Poem by Tony Adah
The Revolution.
The streets deserted
Frames of burnt cars litter
Crimson is the colour of the revolution
A metal dump of the streets
Charred human carcasses
Like goats smothering in a furnace
Of Marian market abbattoir
Improvised explosive devices of terror
Again on the necks of Maiduguri
Impoverished and emasculated
Yet turned out every vote that counted
Still the dead are counted unend.
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