THE OMEN

19.08.15

A dark storm emanates from the East
It brings with it hell and brimstone
Only the bald vultures shall feast
From what is left of our hope

A new kind of horror emerges
Decapitated heads and shattered limbs
Bodies lay helpless in the open field
Demons reap from the robust harvest

An aftermath of a marriage
A marriage of convenience
The third wife is driven by vengeance; hate and propaganda
The five prodigal sons yearns for their bounty

An ethnic cleansing is inevitable.
The Eastern gateway is brought down again
River Niger is drunk with blood
Survivors pray for deaths merciful choke

Red, Black and Green
Colors of the storm
The rising sun is eternally rising
This omen dances to the drums of the storm.

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First published 6 years ago.

The Omen is upon us; it dances to the drums of the storm; red, black and green — the colors of the storm…