A poem about Strife and Unforgiveness

AUTHOR: Shobo, Akinmayowa Adedoyin

COUNTRY: Nigeria



ABEL

When Abel was slain
Sweet lamentations rained –
Prayed they, our souls
Yet poison howitzers we train,
‘Til our ancestral home turn mass grave.

When Abel was slain
“The Borderless waters” called we,
Now two cities bothered by thorny walls
Each party howling runes of terror,
Buried we - the memories of our sworn allegiance.

When Abel was slain
In our innocence, we defied puerile fears
Made sport of wild beasts
Us versus the world: a two-man legion
The tragedy of our righteous wrath.

When Abel was slain
All joy drifted seawards in urns of sorrow
Sold for garlands –
of shame and vain glory,
While tomorrow festers to an unforgiving spirit.

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