Crawling into the dark tunnel
Flooded with dark petrol
Living as from that day and now in pre-care conditions
I do have no other choice than accepting it
I have the comfort that Nigerian orphans don’t have but still I feel more orphan than they are
Even more orphan than those that the Somalia’s civil war had left
It is just the eerie way I feel, dark, gloomy and sick
I am a dead body on the battlefield of the 1st world War
Wondering at who would mind burying me