Where do we stand
To escape the face
Of faceless throngs
Who commit murder
In the name of religion
~
Where do we stand
As brutes in red and black scarfs
Scavenge the routes
Through which peace
Once plied
~
Where do we stand
To delay the music
Coming out from the flute of fire
Smashing brains
Belonging to fathers and would be fathers
~
Where do we stand
As miserly ghost walkers
Slowly exhume the living
From the grip of mortals
All the way to abyss
~
Where do we stand
To watch the unfolded spectacle
Of the hangman's mayhem
Unleashing pain in a town
Once oblivious to horse's whip
~
© k~net
ghosts_of_reflection
Maiduguri
April,2017