Twin Blast Poem by David Oladipupo Olorunshola

That very day,
What elaboration,
What joy of nationhood
It was suppose to be
A day of jubilation;
But before the day runs out
The place of anniversary;
The place of celebration;
Day of jubilation,
Has become a theatre of war
Murder in the noon day

They were not given a chance
To say good bye;
Not even a kiss
To their family and relations
We will see you later
In the evening probably
Was their expectation
But cut down, yet if it
Had been a declaration of war;
They would have prepared.

The first blast went off,
Seconds later,
Then the second went off
So much uproar; screaming
It was a lot of confusion
And a lot of blood;
Blood of the innocent,
Blood everywhere.

Blood mix with tears;
Mangled bodies strewn across the road
The wailing; men and women
The anger was palpable
The whole street was littered
With burnt vehicles; charred bodies
Oh, who has done this evil?
On a day like this;
A day of jubilee
If it had been an enemy,
It would have been okay.
But a brother, a friend
One whom we duel together.

They spilt blood;
In a time of peace;
The blood of the innocent
On a day like this; when every one
Is jubilant and celebrating.
They murdered sleep,
And not in a time of war.