DIE, ALUU, DIE (a poet's rage by Nwilo Bura-Bari Vincent)
Thy muscled hands have drawn darkness upon thee
Thy fine senses have darkened our morrow
Thy perfect heart has given us sunset
Die, Aluu, Die! You don’t deserve anything
You don’t deserve dust
You are a demon, Aluu
Die, Aluu Die! I thought human(ity) lived in thy bosom
But I see the devil
Walking
