People whose bones and spirits
Crunched under jackboots,
People whose eyes looked on
In wordless supplication,
Were liquid with sorrow,
In the boat of a saviour,
Sailed through eerie tempest
To arrive at the promise land,
Relieved from their pains
With some easement granted,
Are now divided in their allegiance.
Who, may I ask,
Are your brothers?
That you now unsheathe
Your sabres and machetes,
Sharpevilled to spear points,
Aiming at your neighbour's heart,
Spelling out malignant nemesis in villainous passion
Because your pride-dumbed mouths have
Suddenly, like a parrot, found their expressions.
People of the rainbow kingdom,
Misguided by the king's word,
Abandoned the feel of respite in their kingdom,
Unleashing lightening to their friends and neighbours
While the rain threatens to fall.
But when the sun shines yet again
On this rubble,
And the mauled souls get respite
And arrive home,
The king would, in shame, yell in malignant pain
As the kingdom ceases to be the same again.
By: Ifechukwu Muonyili
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