Social Justice Poetry

Don’t Stain It Again | A Social Justice Poem by Ogunsanya Enitan Olalekan a.k.a. Enistik

Daily are riverines of waters
shedding from the aquarine
of our body source
flowing on the floor and walls filling them with red-wine
served daily from the bottle of a
human;
Now the walls cry
Don’t stain it again.

Cutlass pitched at the axis of
fields
to clear bushes and weeds
now used to slice men on the
mandate of supremacy
rather than peeling herbs
from trees but
blood dripping from it
Now;
the cutlass cries
Don’t stain it again.

Daily, monthly, yearly
the ground drinks to the brim
eats till its bowels are formatted
making it cry clumsily in its
occupancy when
humans are buried all the time
Now;
the grave speaks
Don’t stain it again.

The grave is crying from over-
crowdedness
The instruments of death are now
tired
Lives should not be ejected
like cd’s from vcd….

No more killings…
We want peace.

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