ZOMBIE STREETS III by Samuel Amazing Ayoade

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All hail the power of the gods of guns,
Those that kill the body with its soul,
Gods that grope in the darkness of time
heading towards the monster’s shrine,
with secrecy and hypocrisy lurked in their medulla
and flesh of foetuses tucked between their canine teeth.
They shall submit at our monster’s feet.
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Canabis-smoking canibals stagger in stupor
on these streets that never saw sunshine.
Brackish waters flow in drainages
that irrigate our door-steps and foot-steps
splashing spattering spatter on our scattered shattered battered dignity.
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Men of honour and horror that never stopped their terror
trailing and tracking the ants of their people –
People who submitted the staff of leadership
and the scepter of authority to them
in good will.
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Men run amok in tatters and fetters in their own house
because there are ‘god-fetters’ in this place.
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ZOMBIE STREETS III
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SAMUEL AMAZING AYOADE

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