ECHOES IN SILENCE

for all war survivors

with open eyes
our brothers sleep

mother earth
vomits
crimson liquor

these old bones once fed us

young bones
our burning lamps
smothered

the sun
no longer the merry queen
we used to know

her glass, half full
no spill for filthy earth

she savours
hangover of rain
not some crimson liquor

how does one
erase the horrors
of watching swords
slice
off
heads

like dancing knives
slithering christmas roosters?

everywhere was an abattoir
the kill was us
our brothers

young
&
old bones
bathe
in the open

in our crimson stained
stream
clattering
&

begging
for snatched life

how does one
erase the horror
of watching hades drink
his brother?

sleeping
brothers
do not let
their living brothers
sleep

their pangs
haunt us

 

 

Oluwafemi Babasola employs poetry and his short stories to express his thoughts and beliefs about life, the inequality in the society and emotions of the heart. He lives in Osogbo, Nigeria.

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