By Nehi Igbinijesu
The stack-a-too gagged everywhere
Blaring rifles ending our quiet fears
A Temple mount blotting of filthy plight
Gorging the darkness in gore and fright
T’was martial music meandering near
My people heard it without a care
The day came bloodbath delighted
Of courses unknown, wrong and righted
Peaceful pleas for wholly despondence
Unheard, ignored, gladly death-sentenced
Replaced by rubble and languid gunfire
Flaying the morality of our complacency
A Ticked Clock and many questions
Withal unanswered and set behind
Littering skeletons, cudgels and bullets
For courage we could not find
Telling tomorrow, today furtive
Oh! What courage they could not find
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This article was first published on 9th April 2013 and updated on June 19th, 2013 at 10:10 am
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Nehikhare Omotayo Igbinijesu is an Economist, Poet, and Social Entrepreneur. 'He is the author of The Code: A Simple Story About Raising Great Women' and 'Marriage: 12 Questions You Need To Ask Before You Say, “I Do”'. He lives in Lagos with his wife, Akudo and two sons. He is Co-founder of Stuffsilos.com, a motivational resources company based in Lagos. You can email him via nehijesu [at] yahoo.co.uk
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The stack-a-too gagged everywhere
Blaring rifles ending our quiet fears
A Temple mount blotting of filthy plight
Gorging the darkness in gore and fright
T’was martial music meandering near
My people heard it without a care
The day came bloodbath delighted
Of courses unknown, wrong and righted
Peaceful pleas for wholly despondence
Unheard, ignored, gladly death-sentenced
Replaced by rubble and languid gunfire
Flaying the morality of our complacency
A Ticked Clock and many questions
Withal unanswered and set behind
Littering skeletons, cudgels and bullets
For courage we could not find
Telling tomorrow, today furtive
Oh! What courage they could not find
