ECHOES IN SILENCE
for all war survivors
with open eyes
our brothers sleep
mother earth vomits
crimson liquor
these old bones once fed us
young bones our burning lamps
smothered
the sun no longer the merry queen
we used to know
her glass, half full
no spill for filthy earth
she savours hangover of rain
not some crimson liquor
how does one erase the horrors of watching swords slice off
heads
like dancing knives
slithering christmas roosters?
everywhere was an abattoir the kill was us
our brothers
young & old bones bathe
in the open
in our crimson stained stream clattering
&
begging
for snatched life
how does one erase the horror of watching hades drink
his brother?
sleeping brothers do not let their living brothers
sleep
their pangs
haunt us
Oluwafemi Babasola employs poetry and his short stories to express his thoughts and beliefs about life, the inequality in the society and emotions of the heart. He lives in Osogbo, Nigeria.
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