SAHARA BLUES

 

 

Then, their retinas, blinded by
bigotry towards folks who could
herald better tomorrows, only took
a picture of hate;

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they preached with dexterity several
dogmas, propounded philosophies
which flew on phony wings to & fro
streets of the media

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Later, their lungs fuming fresh
breathes of hope for 'better years
to come' got choked by horrific
scents oozing from anuses of lewd
men who only herald plagues on cities

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Hunger, the artiste who blows bugle
before dusk in bellies of juveniles and
adults, inscribed myriads of epitaphs,
shady lines of anguish on the
protuberance of their ribs

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Soon they became a synonym to the
word found on lips of Zimbabwean
children fighting for crumbs of bread
and crying "indlala, indlala"

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Lagos, 2021

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ON MIDDLE EAST

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Then, Men Witnessed How
Sweet Love Fragrances
Diffusing Through Jars Of

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hope Got Polluted By
Stench Odours Of Hate Oozing
From Armpits Of Politicians;

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        "Gourmands Feasting
On The Breasts Of the
Economy"

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They Heard How Loud Notes
Made By Missiles, C & D Majors,
Formed In Torn Hearts Of
Next- Tomorrows, Metamorphosed
On The Lips Of Juveniles As Rhythm
Of Blues

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how the Warmth Of Arid
Breeze Oozing From The Ruins
Of The Sahara, cuddled with fear
On The Nudity Of Their Skins

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Lo! They Came Across A Bevy Of

Men Dressed In Dusty Regalia,
Defecating Rockets On Civilizations.

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Lagos, 2021

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Daniel Ezeokeke Is a writer whose works have appeared in several literary magazines such as U-rights mag, the Kalahari Review, Grand Little things, Eboquills to mention a few. He is currently a graduate from a Nigerian university. Apart from poetry, he loves history, creative arts and Jewish writings.

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