SAFETY WAIL

Location

Nigeria

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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