Odebode Karimot (Lady_kay)

You are a room with tattered books and dirty skins

You carry tales of dead husbands and waiting widows

That sit by the window awaiting the arrivals

Of husbands long gone at the battle front

You are songs of children

Who dream of war and bullets,

Craving for the next moment

Where they can share kisses

Without fear of booming sounds

Your skin breathe of lovers

That cradle pictures filled with pain

You are hopelessness lurking around this nation

You are another hungry child

That cling to the dirty wrapper of his mother

You are woes-

You tell tales of a nation

That have lost herself amidst the rumbles of bombs and bullet


About the author

Bada Yusuf Amoo