Just like your name,
You’ve done abomination.
Your veins are filled with wickedness
And death speaks through your lips.
You have cut short dreams
Hacked away ambition,
Burnt out the future,
Clubbed the husbands of your daughters
And Blown out the candles
That hold the light of tomorrow!
We wail for your deeds,
Crying for your atrocities.
Tears are no more;
We cry blood!
What went wrong?
Did Ugonna impregnate your daughter?
Could Lloyd have trampled your yam tendrils?
Perhaps Chidiaka dared your gods?
Or Tekena spat on your’s ancestors?
You of evil hands and heart!
meet the poet: Uchechukwu Ekwurekwu Obiakor
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.