Eve Of The Event (31st Aug) Poem by Aziz Baako

Like the eve of every event
The preparation to prevent
The preparatory school
From burning wasn’t cool
Enough to prevent Emily’s
Family and other families
From watching the Russian
Children burn in that confusion.

Emily on the eve of the event
Was six and ready to fix
A future she never know
Could feature the atrocity
Of September 1st in that city.

It was her birthday on the eve of the event
Emily was happy on the eve of the event.
She snapped many photographs
And even sign an autograph
For her Daddy near an oven
Not aware of the coming event.

On the morning of the event
Emily’s family were happy
Emily was going to be happy
In her new school
And that is so cool.

Emily was six years and one day
That very day.
That same day
Her daddy was reading
A poem by Ancestor titled
‘What a Day, What a Day’?

Take a deep breath and listen
To what happened on that day.

Do you remember the Russian kids?
Do you remember?
Where you were when,
The TV displayed the screams
Of bewildered mothers
Who were shouting the names
Of their Innocent children?

You should remember,
It was live on TV.

Do you remember?
Do you remember
The voice of the voiceless
Mentioning
The names of the Men in power
At that hour
To do some life saving magic?

Yes that is the day I am talking
About. That same event that
Happen with a lot of confusion
In between Europe and Asia.
In a place in Russia
On first September?
Yes, yes that day

Emily got burnt on that day
Dear reader.
TO DEATH.