Jeremiad ' WISFUL HUT '

When I heard of Jos
drinking coffee with blood-stained cup,
my blood dried up in horror
and my ribcage was stabbed by a wanton dagger of melancholy.
As I see those heads as terror
who could not help the leads but murmur...
Oops! Many are gone in hurt shot,
paying for not bought .

Here's another thunderous wailing in
'Farming is our pride. '
The state has unclothed their mantra,
man can't tiptoe to his farm
neither wander as he wishes
for killing is pride of the butchers,
vampires in Zamfara!
Soul takers how's market?

Vampires in Zamfara,
to them,
blood is water used after meal,
Soul takers own markets?

Merciless leaders own market?
I suppose the butchery suits you,
If nay, please make a way in jiffy,
let go of needles allusion,
take them out of confusion.
Take in the fusion of peace and tranquility
minus the ' con ' of reigning ' confusion. '

YR Humble.

The poet personae lament on the frequent killing of people in Zamfara state with no lawful reason but in the sake of disunity and he tells his readers be united in life.