BLOOD HARVEST.

It's the season of blood harvest in my motherland
Men are now hungry and tasty for blood
Blood now flows on the land like a river
Men now carve out each others hearts instead of carving a wood
Sackless souls of men, women and children are budged away
Away from the land of the living to that of death
They encountered a painful journey to meet their creator
In my dreams i hear them crying from the other side of the world
That they were sent back untimely
Carnage is what is left by their conquerer 
Hope is lost
Their lands are snatched away
Displaced families now wallow in anguish
Wailing and sobbering is now their hubby and work
Their eyes now bulge out from their eye socket
What is left for them is the strength and knowledge to place curses
Upon their conquerer.

— Lawal Abdulhamid .A.