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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