Okechukwu’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: terror

  • Syria

    The tears of dying children Is the lullaby of gunships The desert is smeared with Grease, oil and human blood The days turn to grieving nights But the world knew no sanity And those who fight in the fields Humanity eludes, Life is a little less than a chickens And yet we walk free across…

  • Poetale: The Vampire

    I wonder why we are warm-blooded, And yet men are to one another stone-cold. The sun’s light hides so many things: In the depths of wells, beings with wings, And thoughts we fear exist. They come and disappear like the mist. With the appearance of the moon, The fur extends beyond the skin. Farther it…

  • Silhouettes and Fear