SAHARA BLUES
Then, their retinas, blinded by
bigotry towards folks who could
herald better tomorrows, only took
a picture of hate;
they preached with dexterity several
dogmas, propounded philosophies
which flew on phony wings to & fro
streets of the media
Later, their lungs fuming fresh
breathes of hope for 'better years
to come' got choked by horrific
scents oozing from anuses of lewd
men who only herald plagues on cities
Hunger, the artiste who blows bugle
before dusk in bellies of juveniles and
adults, inscribed myriads of epitaphs,
shady lines of anguish on the
protuberance of their ribs
Soon they became a synonym to the
word found on lips of Zimbabwean
children fighting for crumbs of bread
and crying "indlala, indlala"
© Daniel Ezeokeke
Lagos, 2021
Also Published on Ninshar Arts
Written by Daniel Ezeokeke
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