Martial
displaces the morning soul
As
the guns reign
With
the guardian swapped with decree
Thus
blinks to a new dawn.
Nature
study is a priority
For
system reform and discipline
That
greens will return to the sacred soil
For
the bones to regain fleshes, minds and spirits.
And
have reasons to smile again.
But
the guns will soon play God
And
greens will fly across the sea
As
reds flow from the resistance
With
minds at the mercy of anxiety
Except
for their seed which are not wingless.
As
faces bereave of greens
While
minds gasp for freedom and inspiration
Eyes
too shed on crafty chests
All
mourning the ruins of a lifetime
But
with the barrels still smoking
Human
rights will remain a mirage
===by
Segun Adeleye (excerpt from the book: Custodian) ===
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