War In Her Wedding Gown Poem by James T. Abel Adesitimi

War in her wedding gown
The bride of the world
Waiting for her groom to come
Some say its a conjugal bliss
While others say a vale of tears
From what I captured live from my telly
I hold with those who say vale of tears
Two-drummers are beating their drums mingles with the sound of a gong
War touches her head and her anus
She faces the four cardinal points
And she dances and turns in an india-style
Alas, viewers go the way of all flesh
Péople wobbling up and down
Because the bride has gone mad
She runs here and there
As if she've lost her groom
She runs to the market
Shops and houses fell to swallow human bodies
A large passage to infant graves
And be one external viewer
I snivel for peace
Later, the two drummers vanished like a candle flame
My people,
The fame of war,
Is the flood of human blood
And still, war is calling for her groom
Which are yet to be found
To tell the drummers the need for harmony
But now, the drummers are gone
And the innocent viewers die like flies
Until the day the drummers are in harmony
Thereafter, her groom will come to the scene to appease her