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Walking Memories

Today my voice spoke to me.
Tales of walking memories.
I could see them as zombies.
Infected by the snares of grief.

For the night's disgust is tasted
On the tongues of mourners
Who with hot water tonsils spit venom..
And watch blood turn into water
 
I sought counsel in a round-table.
Surrounded by gloomy thoughts.
They were muttering fables of ruin.
Like a convict in a law court.
 
Standing with guilt, ashamed...
Of the picture that my words have framed.
Was i smart enough to shove aside the failures?
Described as felonies of fate by the judge.
 
Now i am convicted of murder.
How could i have been capable of such.
I could hear the walls whisper doom to my ears
Is this the gift and the call of my fears
 
So let pain persecute me
Before a verdict stings my ears to dumbness
And shrinks my soul to skeletons..
As you point the gun at my heart

And say that my hands have killed;.
I say that I could not have
But I see even my shadow writhing
In sour disbelief.
 
This disbelief that has made nations shrink into echoes of wars.
Bringing children and families to the mercies of dust.
I thought i could handle the pain.
I thought I could embrace its tenderness with love.
 
Like a passerby on a scenic route
One that paths where death and agony cahoots
First, a binge of agony tickles as I trespass
Then death cuts in to again add a carcass
 
And here, the afterlife is after strife
Thick blossoms of them stacked
In high rooms of splendor
For the people to hunger through the full.
 
Nobody dies till their death is due.
This is a fact most humans misconstrue.
And when death decides to come at you.
Do not fret, or change your hue.
 
Just a war cry in a land of tears
Tears that dries as the time nears
When the victory drum would lead
To joyous steps of a david breed
 
Today my voice spoke to me.
Tales of walking memories.
I saw them as dead zombies.
Infected by the snares of grief.
 
But tonight, i will respond to its call.
By walking the paths where,
Time walked and left its footprints.
On the streets of eternity.
 
A collaborative piece by:
- Divine Inyang Titus, Honour Umoh, Danny Nwauzorma

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