A Heart No More

Hurt in my heart

Dripping tears in the sand

Blood on your hands

Drops like sweat 

On the oily-dark-skin of a sporting man

But Nigeria is quiet 

The blood of the innocent crawls

Down into the ground

Yet Nigeria remains quiet

The world though far

Mutters and watches on

But our media yet close

Plays blind

Why? 

Because you sit

Unashamed on comfort's tighs

So you remain quiet 

Tolerating people only by the ethnicity in their names

And you hope for us

To still have calm in this abode? 

But why? 

Maybe because of how brown the envelope has become

So the live lost 

In that scourging Onitsha sun

Is worthless

Because his name is spelt Onyemaechi and not Mohamed? Q

Or the families brutalized last night 

Deserve every whip lashed 

And shots fired 

Because they sit on a soil named Gbaramatu and not Daura? 

Let the silence continue

Until this place is nothing 

But desolate 

Afterall

A heart with no empathy

Is a heart no more