Victims Poem by Gerald Obinna

I am the victim
Ye are victims
If we die mourners are victims
When elephant struggles grass perish
The grass are my victim
Sorrow is eatable only by victims
Mixed stream of war are that of victims.
Enslaving the slaved victim
Starving the famished victim
Srangling the dead victim
Hanging the victim's ghost
Victimizing the poor victim
They are victims of victims.
Where are my victims?
In chains and unworthy gibbet
In shallow starving graves
eating green dust
Buried in fruitful land
Cremated in pot holes.
I am the victim
My tax is a living victim
Democracy is a dead victim
Judges destroys the victims
Doctors kill the victims
Politicians produce the VICTIMS.