As bulldozers
Bully homes into submission
To make gardens
Of peoples’ abodes
While dwellers huddled
On street corners
Awaiting shelters promised,
We swaggered to the square
Five star arena
Decorated in colours
And opulence.
In our literary frenzy
We uttered blasphemy
“Writers shouldn’t be activists”
We preached
To delight of patron devil
On whose dinning table
We relish vulture meals.
Our guardian Angels now
Are in flight
To temporary exile.

By: Chidi Anthony Opara