THE SOLITARY LETTERS - The Murder



The Murder


We heard weeping howls without hope

From fallen facades far-flung

Like lonely lip-shaped leaves left littered



We watched wicked wired whips which whispered

Whilst wearing worn-out wounded flesh

And women with wrapped infants inking incantations

Perhaps afraid to utter prayers: padlocked tongues.



Some sang sweet songs sounding so solemnly

Before bloody blades broke bones and bullets bleared.



But of us who live to tell these tormenting tales

Bear butchered bodies, blistered, bruised backs,

Anguish and amputated arms against ankles:



Death, survival's sister; such sinister sinner.

(Again, another alliteration altered)



 ©Samuel Jr.



Samuel Adeyemi (Samuel Jr.) is a poet and a spoken word artist. He currently studies English and Literature at Federal University, Lokoja. A lover of music, sports and art, He hails from Kogi state and resides in Abuja.







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