To Nigerian gods

gods, we have endured deadly strokes,
Feign laughter
in place of tears,

tied lips tired of dying,
sad silence sighing in silence
for the size of gun
launched against itching throats.

gods, we have come fortified
against any assegai.
for silence lied of a dreamed country
that swiftly drift like fireflies…

silent lips that died of silence
has rolled timidity in victory
Like the angel rolled away the stone that swore to keep Him there

we are the red bandanna
advertising grievances
Singing asa wana, wana
asa gbua, gbua
on the abused creeks.

We are the black bandanna
mourning brothers who had died in the struggle
asking esinminiya?

gods, you have come against us with your weapons of war:
Of  trained troops,
Of matchless machetes,
Of boomy bombs
Of guns and gunboats
Of grinding grenades

But we come against you with the spirit
Of already dead does it matter to be rotten.

Fo