Numb-nimby
Numb-nimby
Not in my backyard,
yet.
leftover ruins shell by shell
impunious mounds pile by pile
deserted streets
as tribes decrease piece by piece
Izge weeps
first hit by camped scorn
Chibok mourns...
How long will the sane remain?
HOW LONG WILL THE SANE REMAIN?
It hunts sanity
like a crazed pride of desperately starved lions
on hunt for prey
launching verocious attack
on body, bone, biscuit bone...
Makanjuola
Makanjuola
Darkness too thick to be called darkness
Emptiness, void
Nothing seems to make sense
Yet from the darkness, hope speaks
Makanjuola
How do I explain to hope?
That I have...