The Land’s Libation. (In memory of the bloods spilled in Benue State, Nigeria)

The masquerades were beckoned again

To dance rhyme-less cha-cha-cha of bane

Traced by blood-dripping leaves

It led to the theatrical abattoir

Where an acapella of clanging knives

Echoed like symphony of a mass choir

Our pregnancy protruded to see

When the holy choragus sings

In a rage of spilling blood

It gushed in a shimmery flood

With our heart’s purgation

We poured the land’s libation

 

Alpha E. Y. 2018