Visual Cancer

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For all displaced persons. 

I see dead people

Still breathing but like pimple

On the face of the earth

Cause we erased principle.

Like living substance of death,

They are situational zombies.

We call ‘em refugees

They go ahead of us

Straddling our vain conceit

To report our bloodlust

How we downgrade human dignity

And upgrade hateful wars.

I see displaced persons

Burnt twigs snatched from the fire

Our yet-to-be-learned lessons

Feels like I’m preaching to the choir.

If this situation is critical

Response ought to be reciprocal.

Akpan

The Caged Bird Still Sings

Courtesy: ifitshipitshere.com

Just in case you ever wondered why

This ball of water yet rotates on its axis

In times like these and men still wear a smile

Tho throttled on the throat by the claws of adversity,

There is a song that spins a web of strength.

Connecting all of God’s creation refueling the spent;

A lilting miracle that nudges exanimate rocks to breathe:

Does it come as a surprise the caged bird still sings?

Akpan