Rhythm of the WorldA Poem by Idiong DivineThis morning in Aleppo Was bloodshed Gunshots, RPGs, Bomb blast Like the ‘achaba’ suicide bomber Of Kaduna A little boy in Syria is running To escape the shrapnel of The shooter’s shells and mortars A disillusioned ‘almajiri’ is planting Local explosives in a church Somewhere in Borno.
My bedroom receives Fresh percolation of sun rays Early morning sun rays
It reminds me How we used to sing do re mi A female deer A drop of golden sun A name I call myself.
But where have they all gone? The songs Where have they gone? © 2012 Idiong DivineAuthor's Note
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Added on November 24, 2012 Last Updated on November 24, 2012 Tags: Wars, Massacre, Religious crises in Nigeria, Sweet songs Author
Idiong DivineEket, Niger Delta, NigeriaAboutDivine Friday Idiong aka Idiong Divine is an internationally acclaimed author of poetry, short stories and a novel. His first published work, a collection of poems, “Never Ending Poem”, go.. more..Writing
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