Now that I am dead ( in memory of all the Boko haram victims )

Now that your bullet
Has torn the last piece of your heart
And splashed my surprised neighborliness
For all to wonder at

Now that the hunger of your hate
Has eaten my heart
Fresh and bloody as you splayed it
For all to cringe at

Now that your manhood
Sticks out of my back
Engorged with the blood of a thousand wounds
For all to sigh at

Now that your crazed eyes
Has seen the tears of the fetus
Dragged forth in the violence of your thrust
For all to cry at

Now that the peace you crave
Envelopes the embers of dead homestead
Buried amidst your rampage
For all to condemn

Now that your bile
Has blackened your tongue
Wrestling with my lips limp with venom
For all to stare at

Now that death rides with you
Your blindfold sparing you
The stark nudity of our mothers horror
For all to jeer at

Now that I am dead
To the shock of your attack
We will spread the taste of death
For all to share.


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