by Olawoyin Tolani Mustapha
They have taken over our streets
Sons of a thousand fathers they are
Their faces masked, hands stained with death
Their bags full of explosives, in their heart no shred of mercy
Terrorists on rampage!
All over the north, their presence is felt
South, East and West not excluded
Cowards, I call them
Chickens living in shadow and evil
Terrorists on rampage!
Their looks strike fear and death
Yet deep down they are scared to death
Nothing qualifies them more than heartless
A disgrace to the womb from whence they’d come!
They are real cowards,
Always afraid of death,
Why cover their faces?
Real cowards they are!
True talk.
Coward indeed! Bastard people
I agree they are coward, why cover face for real?? i hope they reap the fruit of their labour soon.
My heart is heavy right now
A disgrace to the womb they came from!!!!!!
Couldn't agree more.
Thanks @ the DNB team for editing and uploading my poem….gracias…..and for the cowards,their days are numbered.
May the good Lord save us and ours from their hand, what we hitherto watched happen in distance land has come upon us.Tolani well done.
I can still remember the sound of those bombs in my ears, its stuck in my memory. Every morning it happens, its like a morning breakfast for the people there, 3-6 times…they are really a disgrace to the womb's they come from.
Thanks Lisa
Nice piece
Wowing contemporary… I love your simplicity usage of words. But try to sound more poetic next time. Your free usage of words without deep thoughts left the piece more prosaic than poetic.
It is a narrative poem.
Lol…Thanks Timileyin, but for the record,I'm still a learner.. I hope to improve as time goes on.