Enemies of the people
unleash violence
stoke fires of hate
fan embers of division
in the hearts of people
the state mopes,
like it’s complicit,
like it’s relinquished
its monopoly on violence
umbrella shields from rain
and broom sweeps clean
but neither would be any
use in this impending
revolution.
This poem speaks directly to Nigerians. Even though the theme is universal, the images are local. It strikes hope in the mind of the reader that after all there might be light at the end of the tunnel.