IN THE POOL OF MY BLOOD. By Ambrose Nwaogwugwu. Almost now on a daily basis, As I logs on my internet, Going to twitter is the breaking news of horror, Coming on to facebook is many comments of anguish...... R I P is the writings, Typing words of sorrows, Keypads filled with tears, If only it can reflect, Comments thread would be full Of Crying waters.... How has humans turned so cold? Not just a feeling can be seen on his fold, Have we all died of human love? But we still to pretend to fly like a dove, Far across the niger is flowing, flowing, flowing rivers of blood in the North! Helplessly, they cried but torment was is in to answer, Oh! How cruel! Oh! How inhumane! Oh! How barbaric, silently in pain, she muttered! Have We all kept silence?! Why was I deserted in the pool of my blood? Why do we all still all in this way? Isnt our affair of any concern to you? Why should I pay for what I have no idea of? Oh,how I cursed the day, May you never be seem by me.... My thought are with the victims of the Boko haram in the North, May God your bless your souls, Amen! _____________ *First published in 2013, but its that unfortunate that in 2014, the monster is still here with us, now even getting more dreaded and worse: I sob*
Posted on: Tue, 20 May 2014 17:56:41 +0000