Survivors of the night attacks, a poem by Ikechukwu Benjamin Ezeohagwu

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Professor Ikechukwu Benjamin Ezeohagwu
Professor Ikechukwu Benjamin Ezeohagwu

Survivors of the

night attacks,

we have become

in our roots,

night gunshots

from unknown gunmen,

as terror bandits

hold sway

with their boots.

Invade villages, towns, cities,

raze many houses,

shoot, maim, kill

in their loots.

Casualties rise,

without Hospitals, Police, Courts,

in protection and defense, for their hoots.

Survivors of the

night attacks,

we have become in our roots,

So many helpless,

sustain injuries,

many deaths, from ferities,

so heinous, as rage furies,

in degrees vary.

Survivors of the

night attacks,

we have become

in our roots,

Incessant attacks, deaths,

by criminals, mercenaries, and terrorists,

seem as government, long overthrown,

without resistance to terrorists, bandits.

where is the Head, or helms?

Survivors of the

night attacks,

we have become

in our roots,

No one seems safe,

Jema’a, Zangon-kataf, and Kaura,

In southern Kaduna,

crooked helms against other strong breeds,

pains, tears, fears, blood, deaths,

bleed in drains away in pains.

where is our Government?

where are the soldiers, enforce curfew

against incessant attacks, killings?

Is it government play tricks like freaks?

bandits, terrorists so free,

in their glee,  so thrill

in their rush and dozens to kill.

Survivors of the

night attacks,

we have become

in our roots.

Ben Ezeohagwu won the Onigraffiks Prize for literature (2017).  He is Professor of Graphonomy and Chancellor, African American University, Porto-Novo, Republic of Benin and can be reached at  Email: benezeohagwu@yahoo.com; www.africanamericanuniversity.org; 08173175540

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