BLACK FRIDAY

Yesterday, the sun forgot to shine on Paris
The clouds held rain from Ethiopia
Japan was shaken to its roots
Nigeria remains in denial
And Lebanon cannot sleep

It seems the nights are no longer lit by the stars
Even the moon seems to have fallen asleep
The days are filled with screams of disbelief
At the infinite cruelty of the heart of man

The earth is spinning on itself and rolling over
Like a gambler’s dice carefully tossed
To determine the next nation, the next war,
It’s a game of chance

The prince of this world ravages on
Roaring, seeking whom he may devour
Leaving a trail of broken bones
Stirring up in the hearts of men
The power to hate and propagate evil

We’re tempted to believe the illusion that
Darkness is winning
And God is asleep,
Oblivious to our pain

Like a woman in labour,
Earth groans with many tears
What then is our hope?
In whom do we place our trust?

NI BAGA (I Am Baga) — A Poem

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I am not alone, I know: never alone
The corpses littered herein are my own
They keep me company while asleep peacefully
Today, their struggles have ended finally
Ye children left standing, come around!
I will tell all of ye a tale as familiar as sound:
The day upon which sorrow lost its bitterness
And the cries only became shouts of gladness

Rejoice! Son of this desolate city — the heir
For thine walls of ruins become monuments of despair
The rubble will be fed upon by good grief
Because your joy has been snatched away by the thief
The sun shall spare thee not, all day long
The night’s cold winds will comfort thee with song
At the very brink of thy uncertain nurture
Thou hast become one and soul with nature

Ye shall not see me shed another tear
For I spoke the truth that all men may hear
And though it has brought about my humiliation
It will one day bring me salvation
Ye shall not see me breathe in tepidity
All fear of death, I see as stupidity
Stand, my children, for ye can fall no more
Valiant in truth and service like never before.

© Luke Ogar

Luke Ogar also blogs at https://nerdsandnovices.wordpress.com

Luke O. Ogar

Welcome to Baga

Welcome to Baga
where nightmares live
and dreams go to die
I had heard the men talk in low tones about what they did to Chibok
and how the nation stood still for a day and moved on

Mama never thought they would come
we have soldiers here, she would brag
oh but you see, they did
last night while men slept, they crept in on us 
plundered our lands and set our homes on fire

It burned so beautifully that it reminded me of the fireworks last Christmas 
mama and papa were taken away in that van
perhaps they will be back tomorrow 

my shoes were left behind
the ones mama bought me for school
but my life is worth more
and so I ran through the forest until I came to a temporary place of solace
where a million other children dwelt

Every night since Baga
I wake up with screams that drown out the screams of the other tortured souls
perhaps, our brothers in the south would help us
or today, the world will end
and I will finally rest where peace lives

(c) Olamide Oti