Blood

Blood

From the restive
And riverine terrains
Of Okorenkoko
And Oghulagha
To the religious
And Saharaic sands
Of Sokoto
And Daura.
From those
Hidden bunkers
In the East
To the great rocks
Of Olumo and Idanre
On the other side…
And round about
Is our country soiled.

Soiled with the flow
Of fresh red blood.
And stains of stale black blood.

We spill too much.
The bloody altar of crises
Is growing redder and redder
Many barrels of blood
Cannot appease her appetite.
The gods of illiteracy is thirsty,
Longing for fresh blood
From the veins
Of many youths.

We spill too much
And the smell is in the air.
The taste is strong.
The coppery taste of blood
In our mouths is real.
For the god of exploitation
Has grown beards in our land.

We spill too much.



11 thoughts on “Blood” by Idiong Divine (@Idiong_Divine)

  1. Well said, too much bloodshed…. something needs to be done.

    1. @elovepoetry
      To think that the blood shed seems to ongoing… Something really needs to be done. Thanks for the comment.

  2. This poem is cool. Soon, the ground would start rejecting the blood that is spilt on it.
    Well done, Idiong. $ß.

    1. @sibbylwhyte
      Thanks Bubbllinna for the read and comment. The country is at war with itself.

  3. Too much blood indeed..

    1. “The bloody altar of crises
      Is growing redder and redder
      Many barrels of blood
      Cannot appease her appetite.”

      Thank you so much

  4. It’s a well-scribbled piece… I enjoyed it @Idiong_Divine.

    1. @innoalifa
      Thanks a lot for your comment.

      1. @Idiong_Divine, you’re always welcome. You could check out my poem at http://www.naijastories.com/2014/03/elove-poetry-peeling-back-the-mask/#comment-137295 and make your comments…

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