Citizens Of The Night Poem by Haruna issa AlHassan

These beautiful citizens of the night
Are the undergraduates of city schools
They go out at the dusk and return in the dawn.
Whenever that girl goes on foot she comes by car
In the twilight of her career on campus,
She wore a tattered shred on her chest
And barricaded her eyes with dark lens
Her beauty shimmered in peril, like a dewdrop
As the horse chews the cud dawn to dusk,
Her teeth clunched the gum and vanished as the day.
In the morning everybody awaits her return,
First the headlines; An unknown corpse found,
Lying on the street with her breast cut off.
Inside her bag, found fifty thousand naira and a
letter tagged behind every fortune there is a crime.
Up there, an ambulance rumbled in
They are the parents of the deceased;
The archbishops of the living.
Bury her with no coffin and no grave! Says the pastor,
From Him we've come and to Him we all return
Dish the parents first, a legend shouted!
They all ate to their voracious stomachs.