Life will get to a point that the sun will hide
under the blue sky. Nothingness of the night
will enclose the moon. Those who promised
you heaven and the earth will disappear
like the smoke of cigarettes in the
thin air. You will wonder, while
you wander in their broken promises,
if anything at all in life is real.
You will be left alone with your
palms and the lines therein.
A SONG FOR MY COUNTRY
you ask me where I come from
i tell you a perilous jungle where
men are easy targets for bullets to
travel wide their intestines & pancreas
posters of missing preys are resting
cosily on non effectual electricity poles
hunger becomes the daily bread you
bring to the table as a breadwinner
& i tell you again it’s a godforsaken labyrinth
where darkness leads you to your burial chamber
In a decent borderland,
Indecent brothers landed
With cars, carrying guns while dawn has gone.
What can a man do with just a candle?
We live on the border, must we have to bother?
To them, we smuggle even a small glue.
Households were hold hostages
including the old, aged, women and we men.
They took our rice before the sunrise.
Moshkur Ajikobi (fondly called P-Seven) is a student of English language in Lagos State University. His work appears in MuslimChannels.TV iBLOG. He has published numerous ebooks (anthologies and short stories). He is the brain behind Rub Bitch With P-Seven, a free weekly newsletter. Find him on twitter as @almoshkur and Instagram @peeseven20