Poetry

AN UNTIDY TREMOR By A. A YANTAGWAYE

Written by Bada Yusuf Amoo

Maryam tell me
The earth doesn’t wait for the sun-carrier
I want to know
What is this sun-boat riding all over North?

Fat cloud doesn’t cry of raining
If in sky it subsists everywhere
Sanusi shouldn’t be afraid of the reckoning we
incite
Or asking how long will we take to climb the sky?

Since the moon glares at his privacy
And he keeps quiet as God that hates arms
Sends no antidote for boko haram
He watches as guns eat our people more than
death could

Maryam you protest
Anytime we say
The North is not safer through this mouth
That contracts the thunder

What type of emir
Digs sky away
On seeing our dark night?
Is it God’s wound to prowl at the heights of joy?

People that want to sit with us
Should not die and denote blood
Their boats should not sail us in the tide
Of a swollen sea

Such quenching, like burning
The tears of a rising rain
Is a nerveless effort
That engulfs Africa in its own untidy tremor.

About the author

Bada Yusuf Amoo

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