Merchants of Death - By Olaniyi Abdulwaheed

Merchants of death successfully traded with our lives
And bagged home the profit of doom
Fetching their thrills from tributaries of our tears 
There in their pouch, the stranded peace
Thrived in the basket of rift
Allying with eyebrow of the sky
To hoard the goods of peace in arsenal of chaos.
Yet we bargained our souls with the risk of cleft
And bought home the peppery morsels of bombs.

Vanishing the pen in our hearts!
Lynching the glow of our sun!


Dried,
 the milk
of our mother’s breasts


F-a-l-l-e-n,
 the hand
 to beat
 our chest

Strangers here at home,
Natives there in exile…



  

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