Litmus Paper Poem by Stella Omoregie

Honey, horny or thorny
Bees stings and spikes boring deep
Into my flesh!
My night disturbed by nightly fears, my eyes
Half shut, my brain signals that it is only some
Bitter past.
For which I thank my creator: grateful for it is only but som
Past! !
Half asleep, I hibernate when the tribe....mentions us.


Ha! How astounding is the thought? that I, repeatedly;
Tell myself, it wasn't me! !
I see the signs all over, everyone looking through me to save
Nobody here to keep the silence afar(a sign) .
Casualties are not only those who are dead
They are far from it! Not those injured....installment.
I nod and sigh, the lines speaks what I cannot!
My heart is a burnt toastaa; I am reminded that I am one
Casualty and once upon a time,
I did share the communion: flesh and blood with you fellow!