Tuesday, 27 December 2011

IN THE STRUUGLLE AGAINST PAIN





Like salt on earthworms
Men
      Women
              Children
Rattling, coiling alive

Their screams,
…unheard in it hollering echoes
Dying in flaring fuel

Their voices,
Gulped in fiery gas

Different people of a same faith
Wailing tears to a thousand bleed

None survived, none arrived

Their frames flame in bubbling scars-
Spreading like gluttonous ocean’s billow
To conserve not even the finest scalp

Our good-bye kiss
Our last hug
Turns an effigy of toasty carrion sores

And this generation
Cannot begin scavenging the scenes
For traces of faceless littering carcasses
When history too is dead
We can only recover fear
In figures of uncountable despairs and deformities
In this struggle against pain
Yesterday refuses to give way.

 © Uche Uwadinachi


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