By Ezekiel Fajenyo
when I read versions of fresh capture
my blood chilled,my head lost balance
as tears struggled for emission__
I heard,read bandits now share booties
with guardians of law,security
to twist necks of the innocent
neighborliness no longer for trust
as friends point bungalows of loved
ones to bandits at nights
your determined youth spirit
was unwanted
where guns guarantee instant wealth,
where black- hearted yahooers twist hearts
forcefully with magic chants.
here,even children of the gospels
have since discarded parents’ creeds
siblings of the rich settle
for daily massacre of restless poor
in a world that has since sacrificed love
for unnamed madness
the instant jump you made to escape
was the dread bred by demon- chained leaders
someday,this loveless land
shall tell a different story.
