Poem: A dirge for Yeleweta

By Chiedu Uche Okoye
The world spins on insanity
In the divestment of our humanity
So, in Yeleweta, a rural setting
We witnessed feast of blood-letting.
Unripe souls have become harvest
For the festival of blood-festTo slake the vampires’ thirst for bloodSo Benue has become ocean of tears and blood.Their seeds of hope can’t sprout tomorrow
And their dying cries echo sorrow
Far beyond the enclosure of homeland
And homeland has become wasteland.
Yeleweta bears the terrorists’ gore
Tears and blood spout from the soreAnd our tear-streaked face Tell the tales of benighted space.A million voices boomed in condemnation
Prayers coalesced for damnation
For demons steal...