I adorn my pen
Not to desecrate the land
But to unite the longitudes of our being
To make soldiers comrade
And deconstruct sinnic orders of beasts
Brothers though distant
Fall day by day
In blood
In agony
In anguished border of insurgence
As vermin diplomats distort
Our ways in undulating rituals of politics
To launder our being through the compass
Of frozen laughters
Here,
In Libya, Egypt and Senegal
We all die
In Syria, Georgia and Gaza
We all die
In Nigeria, Sudan and Ivory-coast
We all die
And kings, their kings
Inherit medals of peace
Where are the mapmakers?
Who divide our veins and arteries?
Who concoct the latitudes of our colours
And imposed on us the futility of boundaries?
Where are the conjurers of religion?
Who boko-haram* us to death?
Who al Qaeda* us with bombs
And CAN* us with private jets?
I only adorn my pen
Not to desecrate the land
But to unite the longitudes of our being
To make soldiers comrade
And deconstruct sinnic orders of beasts
* Boko-haram: Islamic extremist that is opposed to Western education and
responsible for numerous killings/bombings in Northern Nigeria
• Al Qaeda: Islamic militant group formed around 1986 by the late Osama Bin
Laden in the Middle East. Responsible for the September 11,2007
bombing of the World Trade Centre in USA
• CAN: Christian Association of Nigeria whose leaders are noted for flamboyant life style
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