Read Time:1 Minute, 0 Second [Snapshots Of Borrowed Sights]
(You may waste not your wages
Writing the story)
The vista of those gory ordeals
Is mounted on our memories
The charred chests of mothers’ sons
The battered beauty of fathers’ loves

Our retinas retain
The rusts of dangling duralumin sheets
The foray of flames flying in the air
The shipment of homes on flood-street

Our brains bear
The sorry sight of orphaned kids
The bare breasts of weaning wives
The lean strength of surviving husbands
The ammonia-air of over-packed families

The sentence for a telephone thief
The freedom for a foremost felon
The banquet for the penitent pests
The sublimation of the peoples’ milk
Through the skies of their slave-masters

(You may make a kaleidoscope
From these pieces of littered lives)
The snapshots of sorrowed sights
Of yesterday regrettably strangled
Of tomorrow terribly entangled
In the testaments of today

Written by: Anyanya Bassey
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

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