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Arrow Of Poached Porcupine—Abubakar Auwal


Arrow Of Poached Porcupine—Abubakar Auwal

Smiles before the stream of earth—

blood coloring the grasses.

Sounds of ceremonial drums; 

Race of stray bullets. 


A child is dazzled and his mother has learnt to fly;

Men over here wear spears between their teeth.


Take a look into the eyes of the town. 

There are clouds wearing the face of gods,

Holding swords and false promises.



"Oh,where else does a boy learn to scream?" 

The cries of a missing mother 

Who lost her seed 

In a barren farm, speak!



Since yesteryears till date-

the red blood flows beyond the eyes

Cracking with tears

Till it becomes dregs. 



In restlessness we swim,

Out of the home for dome,

To escape from 

The direction of stray bullets. 



No skin is left unscarred ,

Fathers and potential mothers, 

 brothers and sisters 

Worship in the death field. 



They prick our daughters

Into early mothers

They "inactive" our brothers and sisters;

And we found them asleep in the death field.

Our children are carted out

Of thier pedagogic voyage.



The worst part of the scene ;

Is the renders of halberds 

On my sisters as the bank 

Of sexual sperm

Then the wages of disagreement is death! 



But I pray that when time to skin off comes;

The flying birds, who are to dwell 

On the mountains of dignity 

As eagles,come;

All the soldiers holding the arrow of INEC 

Should enumerate a difference 

Between entangle poli-Steal-cians birds 

And  entangled birds with green wings

For a better eagleship...


In this sound of voicelessness

The voice of of the revolution births a crow

like a baby that hops unto to walking before crawling 

frogs can now foresee 

As it grows like sapling 

To sap out a change

And succur the smiles fading away.

Bio:

He was born 15 years ago in Minna area of Niger State, Nigeria. He did his primary school education at IBB Primary School Minna. He is currently a student of SSS2A under the category of Senior secondary school science students at Hill-Top Model School Minna. Furthermore a proud member of Hill-Top Creative Art Foundation. He is a poet , dramatist , playwright , essayists , short Stories writer and also a spokenword artist. He does debate on several topics and play football ball on numerous field representing Hill-Top Model School. Furthermore, he founded Hill-Top Splendid Art Club . He has appear as a writer in Minna Literary Society , NUWA - National Union Of Writers and Artist and Hausa Gamji Club.

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