by Odimegwu Onwumere
Published on: Aug 17, 2007
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Type: Poetry

They took us by surprise, the first day
and dropped many people lifeless
in the streets, roads and everywhere.

They turned the bright day, black
and sent us packing, scampering
and motionless to work or from work.

They shot sporadically the civilians
who were neither cultists nor militants
nor soldiers nor police nor government officials.

They turned the streets lifeless and into moaning
but we didn’t know what to call them,
militants or cultists but they were shooting
professionally, and certainly they’re from somewhere.

Copyright 2007 Odimegwu Onwumere

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