The Rhythm of the World

The Rhythm of the World

This morning in Aleppo
Was bloodshed
Gunshots, RPGs,
Bomb blast
Like the achaba suicide bomber
Of Kaduna.
A little boy in Syria is running
To escape the shrapnel of
The shooter’s shells and mortars
A disillusioned almajiri is planting
Local explosives in a church
Somewhere in Borno.

My bedroom receives
Fresh percolation of sun rays
Early morning sun rays

It reminds me
How we used to sing do re mi
The song of a female deer
The song of a drop of golden sun
The song of a name I call myself.

But where have they all gone?
The songs,
Where have they gone?



2 thoughts on “The Rhythm of the World” by Idiong Divine (@Idiong_Divine)

  1. now we are in the age of T for terrorism…

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