The multiplicity of massacres-
metamorphosis of a carcass.
Blood like the waterfall...
agony apparently stands tall.
Swords sick with greed-
Covetousness of a special breed.
The ground has become a glutton-
her delicacy remains in the rotten.
Brutality brewed with bitterness.
Guns and bombs suffer from restlessness.
Vengeance with eyes really blind.
Conscience has been left behind.
Nigeria is an open sore...
the pains can only be more.
I envisage a scary scar.
Healing's domicile seems so far.
Tears trail the national flag.
The picture of a drenched rag.
Our leaders on a killing spree...
burial ceremonies are now for free.
