Pools of Blood Around the Globe

Coming back from Somalia,
my papa told me the poem
of darfur region,
and the bloodletting in
Guinea and Congoland,
now that congealed human blood in Liberia - dripping,
had gumly turned tick,
tinkering fast
into Sao-Tome.

And as MEND continue their threat,
shying away from Amnesty,
and
thd D 3 R's of Yaradua,
the arms i saw
reminds me of -
Siera-leon-
the dungeon dump at freetown after the second
worldwar.

As if my Africa had seen
the worst,
i cry for the big machine guns
of iraq and iran,
the unending bloodbathe of israel and palestine- the shocking suck at Gaza poles.

Your U.S.A are not the
saints,
as the big five lands
had shown their ills,
as i watch babies
die unborn
now that abortions defies the
laws.

Oh! Come with me to parkistan,
and behold a pool of blood,
that can feed African mosquitoes
for the rest of their lives.
And for suicide,
bones of men-
outlarged chinesse population,
from russia and spain
down to zimbabwe...

What Nelson Mandela saw and wept.
The evil japanesse machines had done to our world
examplary preview
of German and American
witchcraftsy
that korea and iran
now mitate
british queen though
have questions
yet unanswered.

As i tried to eat the
meal mama just brought to me,
the clock in the room
said it's 12 o'clock
a reputable time of news around the globe.

As i turned deaf ears
to tune and view
the t.v news i've learnt to hate,
the horror i saw
fed my belly
and down on floor,
i wept sore sure,
for the river nile
had finally
turned
into
a pool of blood.