SAFETY WAIL
Location
Nigeria
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Tis is an unusual scenario
Tis is a melancholy face you see,
Sadness and darkness;
Are natural siblings.
Bombs intrude through my front door,
Like that unwanted house guest,
Cooking up human flesh,
Stirring human soul.
A young poor boy screamed
“Why does pain target the innocent?"
Lost in my father's land,
Gunshots are now our inhabitants,
Tis my Front yard,now the battlefield.
Crumbled house on conflagration,
His mother couldn't evade the missile.
A little girl still died invain.
#0DIGILI HENRY
This poem is about:
My community
My country
Our world
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