Jungle justice, hungry thief


He who steals a morsel of food
In order to breathe is not a thief
But he who stores a bag of wheat
While others bleed for him I grieve
And he who kills one who steals
In order to feed his dying needs
And does not think to bake him bread
But rather burns his lifeless flesh
I seek to find his humanity
And he who sees but does not speak
But photographs this inhumanity
For him I cry, for him I weep
Have we become mindless zombies
That we find justice in lynching souls
For us I cry, for us I weep
For us I pray O my Lord please
Restore remorse and empathy
Let our hearts beat and our souls feel
For they have been for long deceased


Salihu Mahe is a Nigerian writer. He is an engineer by profession but he writes poems, short stories (fiction and non-fiction), and does spoken word performances. His write-ups are driven by emotions, motivation and his surroundings. His writing usually centers on life, love and nature. He also writes to be a voice for the voiceless and is a freelance writer. He is currently working on publishing his debut poetry book.

Subscribe To Newsletter
Be the first to get latest updates and exclusive content straight to your email inbox.
Stay Updated
Give it a try, you can unsubscribe anytime.


Please enter your comment!
Please enter your name here