Blood In The Street Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

As we drink peacefully under the moon
With a long cow's horn caved beautifully
We also dip our hands in one plate
With smiling faces and beautiful fingers
Free from guilty and blood
Picking the pieces of fish in the sweet soup.
We prayed for oneness and love
Among our folks under the half white moon
We also interceded for our great country
The leaders thereof,
We prayed to see one another like this tomorrow.

But suddenly, we heard a louder noise
A sharp sound boomed
We were frightened with our spirits
Jumping out from our body.
Then< they entered and began to kill.
We do not know them
We only saw them as terrorist.
Next we saw blood all over the street
Men could not go after their wealth
Nor women after their children.

They killed in thousand with bomb
Buried in the ground
Blood of the innocent and babies
Men and women, of youth and teenagers
Spread in the street like water
Just like the days of the civil war.
They killed all our brothers and sisters
Left us naked in the dark
Even those we believed to see tomorrow are gone weeping.
Those we dined together five seconds ago
Were all gone in tears
Their blood spread all over the street.