She watched her helpless self
Torn in pieces of fire.
They burn her, and curse, and
The dying untiring, until she bleeds,
Die, awake, trudge, and mourn.
She gather wounds, and life too
Heavy to take her into tomorrow.
Unretiring counts of
Aborted souls and cheap
Blood!
What is holy with hell?
What devotion pushed
Such hearts, and the renewed stabs?
She is a woman who
Slows to live…
Will the night come again
To renew my wounds,
After the harvest of working
To believe?
The butchers say she will
Die, and their banner is
sworn, even as children look
to pirate’s banner and
Cannot see God…
Who will bring the
Times when children were
Born into so many hands,
That carried them to
The temple of love?
How did we wake to
This place?
How did children grow
In the wild, while we watched
Them in the house?
Did they share from
The place where we came from?
We watched aliens create
Strange things before our
Faces, and called the brains
To treat them.
Now they cut everything
With a surgical knife!
So we watched them grow
With compromised and poisoned
Hands, and play Assembly
With everything….
Are these people amongst
Us?
How did we publish their
License? They come now
Like loosed wolves on display….
Who will spend the strength
Going up, going down?
Down the avenue
Of strange places, again,
And again, I hear the spirit
Of NIGERIA say: DON’T LET ME DIE!
“DON’T LET ME DIE” will be the last poem from my coming anthology of poetry “A Poet unto God.” Subsequent ones will be from a new anthology. For me, a first season is over, and, a new on the way!
Die, awake, trudge, and mourn.


Nice poem…directing the influence of coming into contact wit bad influence??
Maybe not!
But its nice written.
Thanks Osondu.
Nice poem…directing the effect of coming into contact wit bad influence??
Maybe not!
But its nice written.
Power words…
Quackery and its likes…..
God help us in Naija….
Thanks Charles
Brilliant piece. One day soon our great nation will be rid of these abominable characters and traits.
Believe you. Thanks
saddening.
Well done
Thanks Kaycee broda.
nice, piece – not really the poetry type but i must say well done to a bro who’s got the knack to craft out a piece of this nature.
Thanks
Wolves….
Such brutes should be in the wild.
Success man
Thanks so much Bro.