Before we turn to Dust

Driving home,

... Paris bound !

"Far from Rome"

...  From my radio sound.

Screeching cries,

By religious scythe;

Swollen eyes,

From the terrorist bites.

Those tasty flies,

Savoring thy chaos wine

Bloodlust and lies;

Blindly they toll their line.

From dust we came,

Now the dust we blame,

Why hurried them to dust?

This world is already lost.

Plenty cries from plateau,

From their bloodlust battles,

The wailings echoed from Yola,

The leaders only after the dollar.

Give us back our girls,

So we can roll back the tears,

The stench of death haunts,

Our earth bleeds and hurts.

Must we now fight,

To always make it right;

... The children are in fright-

Waiting for the light.

I pray for peace,

Love and trust

Unity and bliss;

Before we turn to dust.

Poem: “Before we turn to Dust” by Olorunleke Odubote