HUNGER NIGHTS

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HUNGER NIGHTS

that night, we peeped through the windowpanes

of next tomorrows and saw how 
pious men

exchanged their neonates for scruples dropping

from the rich man’s table; of how empty bellies cried,

giving long jeremiads at the burial of the naira; while

some clowns looked forward to an audio messiah

we saw how young lads at the bank of the Niger

stooped down defecating, their anuses raided

vehemently by the vicious spirit 
of diarrhea;

and how the god of our land was 
fast asleep,

snoring and dreaming of a time when private jets

would be sold for 2 pieces of silver.



Written by Daniel Ezeokeke

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