Arise, O compatriots is drowned by the thundering tanks,
the earth tremors at the ejaculate of the holy war.
Teachers lie prone from bullets delivered to their shanks,
dismissing dreams of being lawyers to become a dastard's whore.
My notebooks bore the brains of my beloved friend,
her ambitions flowed on the crooked lines of the pages.
The crow sings of the deaths that have known no end,
our burkas reek of the vagabonds seed that leave ivory traces.
I am forcefully wed to my scurvy captor,
as a confetti of shell casings bless this unholy union.
We are rescued from the bridewell and conclude this spiteful chapter,
but our oppressive liberators would prove to be masters of delusion.
For a paltry morsel of tuwo they possessed us,
and our honour flows from the vulva confessing their lusts.
Adesina Aanuoluwapo John -2017
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