[*To those whose lives were truncated in Nyanya
bomb blast and other such gory incidents*]
The radiant Nature’s morning smile
And cloud’s chilly early spittles
That make the seas sprawl on all leaves
You are both signs of a new dawn
The beginning of hopeful end
Hearken and bring me good fortune
He prayed, then headed for the park
He would not be late, being a clerk
In haste, he set off at a jog
Soon began to run like mad dog
Till he jumped in a leaving bus
Now calm, he thought over the fuss
There and then came a vicious bang
The one that spat engulfing fire
Drawing patterns on earth with blood
Renting asunder body parts
Legs north, head south, arms west, chest east
Vapourising his life like steam
Wife now becomes a widow, and
Junior will see Daddy no more
‘Cos Death’s cold hands have found him sweet
Shattering dreams to smithereens
Now come to our rescue, dear Lord
For we know not who would be next
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Nice… We really don’t know who’s next… But we hope we’ve seen all that should be the end.
‘For we know not who would be next’
This line could haunt me for the rest of the day.
There shouldn’t b a repetition of this terrible incidents! Nice job, thanks for sharing….
may GOD help us
nice piece it captured the thoughts of the writer perfectly and the depiction is enough to melt the stoniest of hearts. I also love the personal angle through which you looked at the issue
However there is a need to work on your language, ” seas sprawl” and “cold HANDS of death found him SWEET” the words don’t collocate and it might affect the poem’s flow. other than those, I think it is a nice piece of work
Nice Writeup
Nice