WEIGHT
LOSS
The bodies are scattered like sprayed money
littering the floor.
“We condemn this act” they say.
“We will catch them” they cowardly boast,
“And we condole with the families”
“As you can see, we are working. Can’t you see
that we are losing weight?”
Gibberish!
The memories are washed away over bottles of
beers
Oh! The pain of some is a comic relief to
others.
Who did they offend to be drowned in the pool of
blood?
When are we going to sail through the waves of
death?
Who will rescue us from this ocean of blood?
We swim in it every day.
Newsflash!
“This is to announce to you that Five hundred
people have just been killed in a Bomb Blast”
They come again: “We condemn this act. We are
working, as you can see, we are losing weight”
But they forget about it over bottles of beers.
Our mouths have gone sour
It has become our food and drink
We sit at the shore, crying,
Waiting for our beloved,
Who will save us from this ocean of Blood?
Paul
Ilesanmi
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