Burning Water Poem by Kenneth Umunna

No love No hate; No warmth No cold
Who dares to take a drink or take a hold?
The weird’s toll stands on the rise
Who dares to stand or scream arise
To contest and face the monster
Is but a task too hard to muster

No fill No empty; no peace No war
How long can we take, we want no more
Red and hot the mysteries and reproach
High on man the wave’s length approach
Their feet are cold with weakened stands
With magic so weak to wave a wand

No hunger No thirst; No sights No sounds
The peace at heart now pinned to the ground
The comfort of man a thing of the past
Like magma the heat just seems to last
The unknown at us with sterner looks
Can this ever be put in the books?

No quiet No noise; No truth No fib
The victories once known a greater fib
The pain of loss so stroke our spine
Recovery must be sourced from divine
With roots buried in earth’s frame
May not end till its victims are lame

No pain No gain; No flame No fume
The length of trees you so assume
So hot you well up to our roofs
You burn out every trace and proofs
You clearly know how weak we seem
And pour on us the hotter steam

(dedicated to flood victims all over the world)