Since the anger within me is urgent
I drove an endless terror upon my readers
Screamed out my a trumpet in dialect
Against the murderous attackers who beleaguered the city
With the battle cry into the crowd I trod
Letting the bloody tears fall down on me
A manuscript to make up the point of conflict
And in a rages to haul it away
Dragging the dead through the carnage
The corpse of these who have fallen
Coming together in bitter collision
pictured home the blooded spoils.
6 comments:
Your images and words are powerful and pain provoking. May God have mercy!!!!
this is beyond disturbing. a picture is definitely worth a 1000 words.
Where did you find the pic? Where is this located? Did you write the poem after seeing the photo, or vice versa? It's heard to know which to respond to.
hi
posted the poem after i saw the pictures
thanks
Nurudeen, your anger is understandable. People dying. People killing people. Hunger gnawing our innards while the politicians are having a field day struggling to sit tight on the power saddle.
understand the urgency?wat we nid is a practical and not far fetched soln.
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