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Poetry: A Vision Of War


Suddenly, from the distance of the skies,
While the night was slowly darkening in its stride;
We heard a loud bang and boom as of big Batteries firing.
And we saw huge flashes and fireballs as of mighty Artilleries battering.
And the people panicked and gathered in small circles;
And not a laughter crackled;
And they talked of seeing marching troops. 
As the tremor rattled within our comforting room; 
And we feared for the worst of approaching doom.
Which after all but turned out to be rumor scoops.

But athe huge fireballs flared and the shells shattering
From the city's garrison’s own malfunctioned armors.
Hell seemed to be on the loose with the wicked flying rumors
Of an invasion that ashore is foreign legions.

While the city reeled in dreadful rumors of a false war;
And it's mass of children and women scampering for safety and all
From the flickering fire only to meet their watery dooms at Oke-Afa.


 Dedicated to the victims of Ikeja cantonment bomb blast of Jan. 27th, 2002.

       
                          




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