Poem:When I come back from war
Poet :Radical
When I come back from war
dead or alive
bring me no ululating undefiled virgins
to welcome me
neither sent young warriors whistling dancing and celebrating my success.
Nor bring me doctored smiles
carved on your bleached visages
When I came back from war,
bring me formidable news,
fear strapped tales of how the stewards madly rape people’s constitutional,civil and whatchamacallit rights,
driven madly by the beauty of my people’s barbaric silence.
When I come back from war
whisper into my bullet grazed ears how the shepherds
smear African flame tree powder ( huriri )¹ on the scrotum of the fecund fear harnessed sheep,
then in a frenzy laughter leave my people in a lurch.
Tell me with hurry
as I am still with fury
on how these monsters
though legally recognized as gentlemen,
in folly costumes
Made a door to door fear injecting campaign
suspending a portfolio loaded with syringes filled with deadly threats.
defecating death warrants,
When I come back from war to make civil war
Like a matchstick skidding on a rough surface I leave footprints flaming with fumes of my billow nausea scent.
Patriotic I am
Obstinate I remain
Like a stubborn sausage shaped faeces buoying in a whispering seething,whistling cistern I deny to be flashed,
’till I sent my foul scent campaign in their squatting frog shaped nostrils
When I come back from war
Bring me a mattock and a shovel
I intend to dig mounds of threats covering corruption.
Hiding heinous files
blurred by a thick blanket of dusty musky corruption
I will surely come back from war.
though I’m not gone yet.