MIDNIGHT IN ETERNITY.
The killings in Jos, Nigeria is the longest unrest that has persisted in recent years, including the Boko Haram insurgency. It is seen as Midnight that has refused the morning to come…So, Midnight has remained in eternity. This poem is divided into seven parts. The first and second parts will be published online. While the remaining five will appear in the second anthology I plan to publish in 2014, titled: ‘GOD: As I See Him’. Buy my first book of poetry here: www.innerchildpress.com/dyke-williams.php.
Night stole peace that roofed there,
The place were peace was king, and
peace like virus spread…
The life with a heart gave way for the
The blooded dragon drenched
With children’s blood returns
With red in the rain…
Everything white is re-fashioned
We buried the knife the other day,
The dragon’s faithful unsheathed
The knife from the iron-earth that
They want more blood,
And have turned sun to midnight.
Like heroes unforgotten, immortalized,
They have kept the dragon’s claws to reign
In the existence of eternity.
Is the blood of children long
Time wasted not enough?
Will their tears, still meeting
The memories of a nation
They are bringing holocaust
On earth, and will push every
Life to get the taste…
The first seed of compromise
Has grown the big tree. And,
The harvest overflows the barn.
Everything dies from the spoilt
Seed we did not dig out.
We wait for life to convalesce
Itself, but keep wild seeds…
It’s too wise and too foolish
To let go, so the rain of blood
Gathers again, like seasons ever
We present before GOD
With covered filth, insincere,
And got the prayer of panic….