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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