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Niyi Osundare

Warflames (1)

Humanity must perforce prey on itself,

Like monsters of the deep*.

Once again, old scars have festered

  Into new wounds. Snakes half scorched

Are hissing like lethal drones in sleepless nights

     Resurgent madness contains the streets

Warflames in the Middle East

     Warflames in the Black Sea basin

Lethal rockets in the evening sky like

     Christmas fireworks of careless children

Towers tumble like hapless matchboxes

     Sane streets twist into a metal mesh

Beneath the rubble which now rules the roads,

     Aloud, the inaudible screams of 

The dead, the living-dead

     Whose living rooms have suddenly

Turned into fiery graves; countless babies

     Whose corpses coil like question marks

Between the benighted pages

     Of crushing concrete slabs. Whole cities

Pummeled into toxic powder: this glittering

     Race back to medieval darkness

Those who roast in this blaze are just

     A fatal fraction of a world undone by its heat

From the Black Sea to the Mediterranean

     Fishes fry in broiling waters

Humanity must perforce prey on itself,

Like monsters of the deep*.

“The extraordinary majesty of our ordinance!”

     Exclaims a tv news anchor, his eyes aglow

With patriotic fervour. ”Our men will do it in no time

     And be back here in the shortest order”

A truly majestic night it was  

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     With the awe in the ordinance wreaking hell

Under another sky: wasted cities, damaged dreams

     The widowing, orphaning majesty of

Blind bombs and their blinder makers

     Arrogant arogunyo* for whom

Bloody war is video game

     Whose endless thirst is watered

By tears from foreign fronts

     The armoury is full

The rockets are rocking

     The banks overflow with crimson profit

Endless cycles of senseless wars 

     Of partial peace-brokers

With broken Truth between their teeth

     Striving to douse little fires with bigger ones

They nail Justice to the Cross

     Then wonder why Violence never leaves their doorsteps

They who only bow in the Temple of Power

     To the cannibal majesty of Supreme Awedinance

* William Shakespeare   King Lear, Act 4, Scene 2.     

** War monger

                 (Continued next week)

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