Streets Of Blood
It was a frenzy in the drizzling dusk scampering legs stomps the muddy street incoherence to blasts from killing machines whose bullets pierce through weak street bricks. Cries of babies and mother collides and sky was painted with murmuration as yelling of SON! SON ! echoes in the wind mother summoning her dying children. Street of hucksters and mongers now rowdy like a football stadium as machine gun distant speeches, deafen my hearing whilst I try to lift my legs. .. "who'll come to our aid and quench this crime furnace? " I call weakly as bodies mount and the puddles are like pool of red wine. Beside the closed baba-ijebu kiosk I watch masked men tally up to bless the street with blazing fire as sirens of government's watch dogs approach the massacred and perpetrated vicinity I watch bullet shaking hands in the wind and black armoured men kissing the street soul. Tears cascade from my eyes as I watch machete thrust its way into frail bodiesbof fu...