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Sam Umokoro

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Crimson Sky

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They flood Dogo Nahawa with blood
boasting the crescent will never meet the cross
killing women and babes who still suck
for a god, truly not for God.
This poem drip with blood not with love,
my country is red from weeping,
men who worship idols were speaking
in tongues of flames while women and babes were sleeping.

This verse shall speak of bloodcurdling killings,
in Jos on behalf of the cross or of men
who desecrate the crescent
for a god, truly not for God.
This poet must talk about rivalries that fester
like open sores neighbours who speak with the accent of violence
to settle political scores
screaming my god is superior to yours
he suffers the violent to take lives by force.

(For the victims of the sectarian crisis in Jos)

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Biography

Sam Umukoro has written for Vanguard and The Guardian newspapers in Nigeria. He has recently published an anthology of poetry, Heartstrings and he is also the author of Once Upon A Monday (collection of short stories) and currently working on another collection of short stories.

Sam Umokoro

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Biography

Sam Umukoro has written for Vanguard and The Guardian newspapers in Nigeria. He has recently published an anthology of poetry, Heartstrings and he is also the author of Once Upon A Monday (collection of short stories) and currently working on another collection of short stories.

Featured Poem:

Crimson Sky

Enlarge poem

They flood Dogo Nahawa with blood
boasting the crescent will never meet the cross
killing women and babes who still suck
for a god, truly not for God.
This poem drip with blood not with love,
my country is red from weeping,
men who worship idols were speaking
in tongues of flames while women and babes were sleeping.

This verse shall speak of bloodcurdling killings,
in Jos on behalf of the cross or of men
who desecrate the crescent
for a god, truly not for God.
This poet must talk about rivalries that fester
like open sores neighbours who speak with the accent of violence
to settle political scores
screaming my god is superior to yours
he suffers the violent to take lives by force.

(For the victims of the sectarian crisis in Jos)

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (2)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (0)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (1)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

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