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56 · Mar 2020
Evil Rain
Dark clouds are leaking bloods
Fear runs from the North to the South
Then, from the East to the West
Arteries and veins in open mines
Mountains are melting in ravines
The end to life is at hand.

Guns are belching with anger
Cruel pleasure in the skies
Torrential rain across the land
Christians or Muslims, all in tears
One pampers rap their waists
One by one we're being destroyed
Indifference we're to scoundrels.

O my Nigeria is drowning
In a seemingly endless blood
Hold her tight, else, she'll sink
Beneath the solemn Hades
Her life now a requiem song
And the truth is never heard.

Hear me out now that I speak
A pastor's head was served on plate
Fetus are resting on open stomach
Aid workers are paying with their lives
Yesterday, another Christ was hung
Before us are the infernal scenes.

Fatten figures are called as ransoms
Bags of money are taken for freedom
That pact is only but a changing flux
Money is taken, the victim is gone
Who'll predict the dept of the mind?
Right to life is only but a fallacy.

This Nation is a burning furnace
Her mountains are molten magma
Her ravine gorges are too slippery
Her vegetations are hunting nettles
Where can I stand to report my case?
On these pebbles, I present my case.
44 · Mar 2020
Claws of death
The Sun opens her doors at dawn
Darkness escapes the stage
Light travels to ****** lands
Golden eyes overlooked the mirage
While the minds slip into depression
Seeking answers from death?

Vainly, they're wasting their lives
No light in their soulless eyes
Hope is a void from the Hades
Suicide! You're only a sickle of death
Tell me, can a dead lion **** an animal?
No! The fearful King is powerless.

Now,  listen o withering minds!
Look up to the bed of dark clouds
Above them are shining stars
Can dark clouds quench the stars?
No! Stars are unquenchable bulbs
Depression is a curable disease.

That mileage can be covered with steps
That mirage afar is a cloud of illusion
To deceive men of little minds
To twirl and dig their graves
With guns, poisons and ropes,
Suicide is not the answer to pain.

O you heirs of mortal beings
Come let us reasons together
Whisper your pains to the winds
The Heavens are widely open
Answers are coming fast
Needless is that decision.

Darkness shall last for a night
But Sunrise smiles at dawn
Yes, gold does cry in the furnace
But glow like a virtues woman
Yours shall not be different
I know, you’ll smile again.

— The End —