They are playing
The music of death,
We are dancing
The dance of life.
Our impoverished skins
Are in need of salvation.
Their hoodlums
Shoot big guns,
Their megaphones
Label them "unknown gunmen".
We,
The underdogs,
We are hugged
By their stray bullets.
(C) Chidi Anthony Opara
#2021poeticthought
A victim of anger,
A puppeteer,
A kingmaker
Who enthrones unwanted Kings.
He sneaks into the palaces
To savour sumptuous meals
While the people
Wallow in wants,
In hunger
And in anger.
The puppeteer,
The king maker
Who enthrones unwanted Kings
Has fallen victim,
Victim of bullets of anger.
(C)Chidi Anthony Opara
#2021poeticthought