“Poverty anywhere is a threat to prosperity everywhere.” ~Adams Oshiomhole as NLC President.

I’m

In my thoughts today

I wander around

Wondering of this thistle

Of the new red rain wetting

Our angry streets

Flashes of anger mob the streets

Deafening silence of power

An invocation of angry wailings

Flaring up across

Insipidly, the anger of hunger

Fanned the fire into a rustling

Flame of destructions

Growing red and red

Under basking burning sun

And theirs the lottery of

This timely death

From the grey boulders

I thought again about

The rock and its prisoner

Its mythical rose of deaths

Don’t blame the prisoner, but blame the rock

Trust, he cannot see suffering people

Through the haze of the rock

Then I wandered back

For

Not from too far away

Stood solidly the

Solidarity of hunger and anger

While on the horizon, anger

Flickers like red halo

This like others before

Will soon fade out

Become history, obligated

Leaving as before, a hallow

Solitary footprint for

Recurrence

Again and again and again

(C) Obinna Chilekezi