Boom! Rat-a-tat! Boom! Rat-a-tat!
Tick-tock, tick-tock; time raced past
The hour of peace as incessant bangs
Became the music of our souls.
These were the language of war!
The language that drains man’s vocals beneath
Its blasting strength!
These were the language
Understood only by merciless machetes,
Banging revolvers and gnawing bombs.
This tribe of heartless beings tore the innards of humanity –
Maiming and blasting nature’s own good!
‘Slash! Slash!’ The one called out
Amid intense laughter and excitement.
‘No please, don’t!’ retorted a loaded woman
Amid fears and anxiety.
Then the dagger dangled from above her waist
Silence resumed after a surly outcry
The dagger smiled at the warmth she bore
Then, slush – the stomach vomited tiny little creatures!
As she knelt down in horror,
She smiled at the little ones that just
Poured out of her unto the dirtied road.
Even as life ebbed out of her,
She bore the love of those lifeless
Creatures whose fate was tied to
Oh my! Who created this heartless tribe,
So hardhearted and mean? Who created
This lot, that they should make the body headless,
Cripple the Able and end lives of heroes?
Who created ye that ye may bring destruction?
Of course man’s insanity!
Mikail Oluwadare Bashir