KILLING IN WHOSE NAME? ____ ____ ____ ____ _____ _______ In the 21st hour, running into my room and lit up my magic box to watch countless of them; patriots lying in cold streets. Houses burn and schools fall, even sodom fear, Gomorrah flee for this. Killing for the unknown. Tweezers tweezing our joy, hope dispelled, our heart keep pouncing for death is close. Patriots now carcass falling off like withered leaves in hazy harmattan dying for no cause. Our houses now dunghills, churches domicile for goats, mosques shelters sheep and city left desolate grave than of Judah. Look from your window, you will see young and old falling, chests rip open by the carcajous talons. Virgins and votaries defiled mothers cries rings knell, husbands now widowers children of a futureless future orphans with no hope. The spirit gates closed, too many applicants. More homes they need there but souls keep flooding in bright hearts dusked by fear. Musa, why hate Emeka? Tunde, why hate Ochuko? Why kill a fellow? Religious or political? Personal or hired? Too many questions with no answers coming. Clergy men hide, Imans disguise keeping head from shots, shots from an unknown killer wearing regalia of guns with a girdle of bullets. Defending the defender, fighting for the Almighty. Did He send you to kill? Displeasing to please killing for the unknown. Oh men and brethren, put on the coat of love, let peace be thy shield and hold the sword of truth; piercin not the head but heart in whose name do we kill? Why set fire into our inn? Answer me i say! If no answer, then the KILLING SHOULD STOP. God bless NIGERIANS, God bless NIPOCIANS and God bless Sir. Zee (c) 2014.
Posted on: Thu, 20 Mar 2014 19:21:53 +0000
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