The Soaring Horrors

 The Soaring Horrors

By Michael Matthew, PhD (Written in 2020).


Our deaths--are soaring,

Multiplying our debts to sorrows,

Like the sorry prices of garri

 and the perishable tomatoes

 the numbers of the deaths 

are now increasing competing daily

 with the inflations of a Naira in decline

 to Almighty dollars.


Our deaths are soaring

Like the foreign debts of the state

And the dubious subsidies on the rising price of fuel, and dreaded gas.


Our deaths are soaring

Like the inflated numbers of NCDC 

Corona cases, the rising numbers of online conspiracy theorists,

And the digital mischief makers of 5g technology,


Our deaths are soaring,

Like the rising cases of corruption,

the increasing numbers of scammers

And the hybrids of Hushpuppies' children, stealing Bread and crumbs from Uncle Sam's bakery.


Our deaths are soaring,

Like the proliferations of  Christian houses of prayers, the rising of false spiritualities and the increasing merchandise of the  gospel.


Our deaths are soaring 

Like the lies of the state, the increasing propaganda of ruling party, the intimidating figures of Senate's allowances. And their procurements of new luxurious cars.


Our deaths are soaring,

And we are now sorry,

For just clicking the emoji of sadness

at every gory sight of blood,

While we glory in secret at our distance 

from the story of their deaths and tears


Our deaths are soaring

For the rising deaths are now just numbers, and figures for statistics,

Because we are now counting graves

 rather than planting grapes,

And building coffins 

rather than drinking coffees.


Our deaths are soaring

In the many daily additions to unmarked graveyards,

And our compulsive addictions to refugee camps while we live in subtractions of peace in fractions of our age. Because our delusionary attractions 

to a failed state.


Our deaths are soaring in digits and figures

Of infinite sorrows,

Lives of women and children

Cut short by guns of bandits,

 machetes of kidnappers,

and sharp blades of terrorists,


Our deaths are soaring,

And  our ghosts are now multitudes

 in the quiet solitudes of the afterlife,

While the attitudes of the destitute,

Still wait in vain for arms of government,

With folded arms in akimbo of a spectator, watching expressionlessly 

 the opera of horrors in Southern Kaduna.


#stopthekillinginSouthernkaduna

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