Revolving Benue Pangs

Revolving Benue Pangs

In the awe of the night

In the silence of the night

And the melody of nature

I am drenched the thoughts

 I soliloquy

 With the company of nature

I brood over Benue

In unending tears

My emotions are in rage

In the prongs of our pain

Sprouting and Sprinting with each other

In no race for savor

How do I desire sleep?

And save my heart from more muddles

Pondering on the road to savor

With words of no action?

20.4.2017

Rage of Sticks

At the rising of the sun to dawn

By the River

I heard the rage of sticks trooping

These were the sounds of terror

I stared at the farms not ranches

The land of my fathers

And I skedaddled from my home

For I smelled the stench of blood

For we roared no more

But run from the gun canes

Unlike our fathers

Run to nowhere and back to wreck