Treasure Island

George Egba


The Souls Crumbs


What can I eat anymore but crumbs
Remnant of unfair cruel wars
Oh heaven give me a piece of word this trash
This was a television screen I see
This is not news but Armageddon
This is hell and hell is here
Right beside me before me and running in me
Unyielding devils with clinched teeth
They stool our school girls away
Abuse our women and human right
And drink our innocent blood
We sleep with our eyes open
And watch our children stranded in the street
All in the bloody name of holy war
We are in jeopardy
Oh poor Allah why be this still
To let this Carlos liars live and ruin our nerves
Hear the pathetic sound of infants lamentation
Cry of desolate widows
Who say Allah needs your sacrilege
Your blood stained hands filthy religion
There's no tiding but news
Of kidnap rape they are apes
Bomb blast in the motor park
Bomb blast in market places
Bomb blast in our schools
Bomb blast even in the holy churches
Our brothers die daily
And we that are alive
Live in one piece of hell

Submitted: Friday, July 04, 2014
Edited: Friday, July 04, 2014

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Terrorism and racial killing of innocent citizens

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