The Nigerian Slaughter House: Free Poetry for the Soul of Tomorrow

Ran wild screaming and cheering about

The blood-lust that over took their soul,

And Satan agreed that to be pure and free

Is to slaughter the innocent men, women

And children - silence the innocent voices

Of tomorrow. The mad men

Armed their self with machetes, hatchet blades, and

The most sharp knives

To make sure death would be permanent

And swift. Half the sun was covered with heartbreaking blood,

And the Nigerian town's people wept,

And as their tears feel to the blooded earth,

A cheer came from the mad men

And said we are the chosen one,

And one Nigerian man

Whom was cut and bruised from

From head to toe..,-asked God

To forgive the mad beast,

And God answered the Nigerian man

From the vast universe - fear not,

The innocent shall be remembered

From this day

Forth and they will walk with me

Until eternity remembers them

As stars that light the universe

A billion times past the arms of infinity.