I never knew
I never knew that this ink flowing through this brownish hue,
with white transparent tube,
could move my hands to write down this.
I never knew it could write of jungle justice,
justice of depraved humanities,
Protected by those in the corridor of power.
Sanctioned by those at the highest realm;
by those who sit in round tables,
to decide the future of our great country.
Those who close their blood shot eyes,
to the colossal loss emanating from our rocky terrain.
To those, who the dark reddish hue flowing,
flowing through the veins of emancipated Nigeria;
Emancipated from the tyranny of British rule are but for their own consumption.
Who salivate in such despicable manner.
Their blood guilty face edged with wicked smile,
at the wanton destruction visited on that city of peace.
I hear the voice of some
Who claim innocence?
On the basis of ignorance
When in their hands,
Lay the instrument of power.
My thought stray to various report;
Reports stashed inside boxes encased in diamond.
Never to be let loose
Even if peace be stashed in blood.
My thought dwells presently
On jungle boots;
Which moves with clinical efficiency
To silence the lives of peace residence.
Boots which I heard has spilled
Forth ID of green leaves
On returning from unsanctioned mission.
My ears have also had of telepathic calls made by peace residence
To greens, which sprouted in their vicinity.
but greens whose deafness rivals that of an iguana.