Perfect Poem by David Oluwatobi Akinola

Like a launched rocket
His jeep reached for the skies,
Like an ill-fated aircraft,
His jeep comes back and crumbles to the earth

“They’ve killed him”,
Who are the ‘they’?

Coming after us like hungry lions were his guards,
Like confused lambs we fled in all directions; but we had motives;

Silly?
They were but we weren’t,
‘Coz when we jumped over snares, they didn’t;
Like trapped rats they seek exit,
But as planned,
The snares contained planted bombs.

Another button is pushed,
And its coup de grâce.