There's no home in this land but there are houses moulded with black clay into crumbling chanties

A roofless abode where I always sleep in my own shadeless darkness besides my disappearing mind

Completely lost within the complex corridors of broken trance

Invisibly running wildly through bushes of shadowy reverie


I saw my old demoralised images inserted into newest frame of adulthood

I pick those pictures up from moving photographic films

Hanging on the circular walls of my father's gloomy face

My scarred countenance is burning with dry heat from the same fire of time

That roasted his own handsome young face to become unpleasant old ashes

Depositing heaps of its blackness  on his wrinkled features


This place dissolves itself into an evaporating night

With darkest domains and illusionary sky offering no chance to the crescent moon a resting place for its sparkling light

While the sun also scamper for an obscure hole to hide its scorching face

Since home is like imaginary clouds located at the tailend of this dissipating planet


This land is an inverted triangle keeping the earthcrust above many heads

As countless bones vomit volumes of blood mixed with sacks of hot stones to give us rooms built into slaughterhouse

With engulfing smell of agony filling our air of horror-stricken spaces with rage, anguish and helplessness


Ask those in Benue how flood of massacre sweeps them ceaselessly into grotesque basket serving them as raw food for death

Look around and see how their farmlands pay host to erosion of cold  blood and steamy tears

Look deeper and see how lifeless bodies wear emblems of grey coffins carrying bright dreams

To a lightless world under the colony of cows and beastly cowards

With their legs trudging through pathways filled with fresh butchered bones from decapitated skulls


This place is an unholy temple where congeal blood is used to perform ablution

In preparedness for warship as beasts invade lands and minds to send souls as ghosts

As burnt offerings in mass to a place farther than mars

Yet beneath the cloudless surface of motherearth

Counting broken ribs and limbs as rosary beads on satanic fingers clutched to daggers and knives


There's no home in this damned land

For here is an extension of blazing hell

Burning vigorously with compounding fire of


Bad leadership

Unemployment

Herdsmen killings

Armed militias

Recession

Insecurity


By: Alamu's kingdom of poetry.....

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