Violence has pain written on streets of Nigeria's freedom, broken bones scattered in shapes of fonts spilling ink.
She in her green insulted khaki, asleep in starved stained status.
Dreams as she walks on beautiful earth, carved in treasured shapes, which opens up greedily, swallowing feet and raising her head to hitting numb earth, travels into another dream in a dream, this time she sees self in a circus of beautiful dancing fires, she plays like her spirit would direct and gets choked by uncaring smoke, suffocating her into another dream in ties with an exiting dream in continuing discomfiture, she sees and feels self in fears only to be drinking from a spring which romances the sun with glittering responses and when she drinks enough, she swims, reassuring her flesh of freshness, sinking uncontrollably into abyss, however, putting her into a continuing dream cycle and when she sees self flying without wings, her hair rising with winds, she smiles shy, greatness surprises her and when she starts heading down for a fall, she looks up the heavens, hoping for a force stronger than nature.
Hoping not to meet the earth,
Dreading fire like she now fears water, unable to stop enslaved gravity, screaming for help, begging not to die but to fall into another dream.
She awakens in a life, stinking of burnt shoes and decayed fate, lying amongst the dead, all gone in a mess of merciless prejudices.
For our loved ones and friends who served our dear country Nigeria in blood and in truth.
She in her green insulted khaki, asleep in starved stained status.
Dreams as she walks on beautiful earth, carved in treasured shapes, which opens up greedily, swallowing feet and raising her head to hitting numb earth, travels into another dream in a dream, this time she sees self in a circus of beautiful dancing fires, she plays like her spirit would direct and gets choked by uncaring smoke, suffocating her into another dream in ties with an exiting dream in continuing discomfiture, she sees and feels self in fears only to be drinking from a spring which romances the sun with glittering responses and when she drinks enough, she swims, reassuring her flesh of freshness, sinking uncontrollably into abyss, however, putting her into a continuing dream cycle and when she sees self flying without wings, her hair rising with winds, she smiles shy, greatness surprises her and when she starts heading down for a fall, she looks up the heavens, hoping for a force stronger than nature.
Hoping not to meet the earth,
Dreading fire like she now fears water, unable to stop enslaved gravity, screaming for help, begging not to die but to fall into another dream.
She awakens in a life, stinking of burnt shoes and decayed fate, lying amongst the dead, all gone in a mess of merciless prejudices.
For our loved ones and friends who served our dear country Nigeria in blood and in truth.
Unwana Umana's Poetry. 2011.
Hmmmmmm...... Talk about inception. Lost soul; I like this one alot
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