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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