THE STORY I WILL TELL MY CHILDREN.

I will tell them a story
I will say"Once upon a time in my motherland Nigeria"
We negotiated superiority from different lanes
On the same land
With high odds
We worked grains of bullet into the air
Flew and hovered iron birds across the sky
To disseminate its wild fire faeces upon ourselves
To cut through black skins
Black skins from the same ancestors
Only to settle our differences

Wailing was the song of the town 
Sobering was a common expression
Men and women lost to death
Even boys and girls too
Fathers turns childless and a widower 
Mothers turns childless and a widow
Children turn orphans and beggars
They are stripped off everything

You will see them fasting hunger
Not celebrating hunger festival
They now became carcass
An empty corroded wagon was now their look
Homelessness became part of their destiny
Running and hiding was their hubby
They put on makeup of sorrow
Wear loosely fit clothes of despair
With fastened up buttons of hopelessness
Wear laced shoes of death
Singing and chanting unrhythmic curses
Incorporated with bitter river of tears

Handsome boys and men who never returned home
Were used to achieve their impossible aims and wishes
Their fate was already drawn
They only work on orders
Orders to kill and be killed

The order master flew away like a jet
To find solace
Leaving his servants behind
Behind to swim in the pool of mislead
To ride on the bicycle of betrayal
To board a train of regret
To meet the people for judgements

Line of superiority is now drawn
Line of greed and betrayal is drawn as well
For men to see.

— Lawal Abdulhamid .A.