Chidimma Ejike
Chidimma@cnenigeria.com
Heavy, heavy waterfalls
Bloody, bloody waters
The seas swallow and swallow
it takes in chains and unborn
Discarding the hopeful, mournful powders.
We lose again the hearts we treasure,
with the shells resounding, we tread
once again the paths of loneliness
sowing and begging these outcasts
to reap;
Dying looking perpetually overfed; Dying and begging these deaths
to live.
We journey to the end of a time;
when we open our eyes to
the sun, we reminisce our reality.
Our blood is being smeared.
We watch as our right hand is
sacrificed to wickedness,
to satisfy the greed of death.
And we watch, we watch,
yes, for we are bound.
The stench of destruction and
mutilation choking us.
We are legal slaves of doom
we are sealed by the forces we
built democratically.
But the reasons seem yet fanciful,
the answers to our woes still
a mystery;
The legend of pain,
our paradise.