GUNPOINT (volume II)
GUNPOINT
(volume II)
At
Gunpoint
they
entered the scene,
Brandishing
their wand of death
as
pirates in the creeks, in speedy 4 x 4
Their
petty talks and hooded intentions
Frustrating
your sense of being
as
they extort your livelihood
like
caterpillars devouring green leaves
Yet
any impulse of resistance is a count charge
Not
against the state; No!
A
crime -
an
excuse for their self-aggrandizement,
So
they resist to show who's boss?
Till
our backs hit the base of wailing caskets
In
the midst of surviving parents, wives and children
So
we fake-smile
learn
to run faster
Stutter
at their omnipresence and -
appease
them with the 20 naira roger
Lest
our blood runs freely through the street corners-
in
propitiation of the demigods of the land
Know
this though -
The
love of life is
the
direct synonym of the fear of their presence
We
learn
like
old clothes
to
turn inside out in our minds like asylums
Racing
even faster
Smiling
when nothing sounds funny
Itching
all over for that 20 naira roger
Now
and forever
without
their nightly ominous presence
In
the absence of...
the
gunpoint.
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