Social Justice Poetry

Jonathan Otamere Endurance

The Ghosts on Our Backs | A Social Justice Poem by Jonathan Otamere Endurance

There are ghosts holding on to our backs,
Stalking our feet with the traces of bleeding memories,
Unmaking laughter out of the jaws that yelled
For “Change” the day
We tucked a lesser evil into our hearts.
Father said they are emblems of unfulfilled promises
Eating our remains
Like vultures preying on fresh delicacy.
Mother whispered sweet tidings into our ears –
When you see a ghost in your dream,
Peel off the flesh of your back,
Stab your feet on the eyes of its shadow
For it wouldn’t come haunting you again;
These ghosts are totems of unpaid promises.

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Dream Killer | A Social Justice Poem by Jonathan Otamere Endurance

Our dreams are rolled
Into a single page of blankness,
Each awaiting death in queue
Like Ibadan passengers
Throwing perseverance
Into the pocket of haphazardness.

Our hands are not dream killers,
They only hurled the choices of their heart
Into the secret ballot of ‘change’
Like an eye lingering
Upon a choicest dress.

Now, we will spin our dreams
Like 1 – 2 – 3…
Into the dark scene of the night,
Each to bargain death in dearth’s stall,
And pay in installment.