The Nation of Blood
Underneath the wide streets and stone-coated roofs
lies a nation watered in blood.
Beneath the terminal leaders
clawing into the soft folds of power,
lies a gluttonous lust to destroy the body and soul.
O numerous dead, slaughtered in Kano, Asaba, Benue
your voices still cry to the archangels, Michael, Rapheal, Ariel,
why the silence.
Killers who roamed free in the dawn of their youth now
are forcefully humbled by the pain of age
you too will fade away or will be destroyed by the cries of the souls who
haunt your empty souls.
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