Dark Suffocating Night: Poem by Ohikhuare Isuku

So now, while
The dark suffocating night
Endures upon the entire space,
While wobbling men -
Half dead, half demon -
Feed on the ruins of the night,
Let us grow ears for sages' advices.

For in this cruel times,
That tear the skin like talons,
The meek have turned rogue,
Their ears stuck
Underneath their feet
While they tread for blood.

Let us then wade quietly through,
The thicket of the night like mud,
So that when at last we survive its sear,
We shall be cautious
How precious like pearls
The foretelling of a prophet is.