Written By: Samuel Junior Irusota
(In Memory of Victims of War)
Here: parents go to bed with no hope
Of seeing their children in the morning
Here, everywhere you go, all you see is a basket of Bones__
Here, children are left homeless & defenseless
with no hope of seeing the sun
You do not want to be ripped by sounds of Ak 47 riffles.
You do not want to be eaten by the news from the radio & television___
Father went in search of food and never returned
And Mother she went in search of shelter and was hit by a stray bullet
Amina, my sister was raped to death by a gang of fucking terrorists!
Abu, he was praying in a mosque and he died in a blast…
Here: we romance death with open hands
like the way I romance my girlfriend
Yet, every day we learn to live in broken dreams
Hoping that the Dawn births a better tomorrow
Where we can all live in peace & harmony
I mean: where we can sleep with our two eyes closed __
with the hope of seeing dawn.
Samuel Junior Irusota is a Nigerian Author, a multiple award-winning poet, and a lawyer. He won the Clash of Pens Poetry Contest 2019. He was a Co-winner of the PIN Food Poetry Contest 2018. His articles have appeared and or forthcoming on Praxis Magazine, Tuck Magazine, Indian Periodical, Kahalari review, amongst others. He is the author of a Boy’s Body is war ( a collection of poems. He writes from Edo State in Nigeria.
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