There’s a heap of charcoaling lyrics at the fireplace.
My father said it is the remains of a burning song,
The one which caught fire in a boy’s mouth,
When he stood on the assembly ground
And sang our national anthem.
These days, mom sits by the fire and counts the smoke
Until her eyes become two rivers, Benue and Niger-
Where death rows his boat with a grin and a gun
From which a blood-stained bullet dangles.
My brother’s shrieks slices through the thick darkness
And mum whispers, “the way they spell ‘hell’
Is the way we now spell ‘home’
Four letters each- bombs, bullets, swords
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