A DUEL BETWEEN ZIM’S PEN AND ROLAND OGOMIGO (ROLAND OGOMIGO WON) PICTURE PROMPT
*A VOICE FROM THE CHIBOK*
Death, upon a land where hatred parades.
Violence fastening in the hearts of men,
Crimson is their eyes, like that of cain.
They stired our feet, as we path like ant
Tied together was our precious hands,
They’re the warlord, we’re their guns.
We pierces, kill, even those that had long gone.
They vigorously caress our thigh and bangs,
My limb they dine, wine and at the end wang.
Paroxysms has taken the cosmesis of me
Millstones and carnage we fed on like meal
We’ve had enough of medding who can please
It’s better to raises in time like these
Burning in me is the fire,
Choking me as the smoke in this air.
Our blood in my cook is boiling in mien,
For soonest, our collegium will raise like men,
We’ve become a blacksmith of swords
We’ve pastured our horses
We’ve scorch our banner with our glory
We’ve sent burnt sacrifices
Trust me, the world will hear from us in a brief.
Today my heart tunes towards a rare note,
My eyes sympatize for this desecrated treasure,
My feet leaps to this unrefined melody of life
To a land where black dominate any colour,
A place where penny can’t overcome survival tactics,
Where dining and wining with lions is customary
And where suffering and smiling are siblings.
What a land!! Bathing in scarcity
But utilizing it’s overall poverty.
May this remotely naive atmosphere
Embrace every form of
growth and development,
Be baptised from greed and selfishness
So her sweat won’t substitute rivers
Or be compared to church rats
That dwells in affluence but feed on misery.
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