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Ikeja
by
Charles Okafor
[for
all who lost their lives in the events of the Ikeja
bomb blasts]
We heard the sickening yell of the banshee,
And saw the chaos in your eyes spread like twilight
before the funeral songs.
Ikeja, we saw the devastation that shook your being
aflame
And the nightmarish voices of the dead helpless and
doomed
Oh, your face was all blood
Then sunset befriended death the traitor,
And we felt the unbridled destruction in your eyes
That like a wild cyclone shook the structures that
made up your face
And I was left there, weaving tears to my departed
kindred.
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