By Mojisola Josephine Kuwadinu:

Broken wills inflicted by the guns’ butts,
Many hopes and dreams smashed and shattered.
On the women cast they their lots,
And the men’s brains gunned and scattered.

Infants’ cries searing the pensive air,
Breaking pregnant silence with fearful rhythms,
Severed from their mothers by the cruel hand of death,
The fruit of the nation’s schisms.

Broken shrapnel, acrid smell of gunpowder,
Singing deathly dirge in our numbed ears,
Leading us with its murderous power,
Charging the air with the dementor’s glare.

And these our have endured,
For we are the survivors of war.


Mojisola Josephine Kuwadinu
Mojisola Josephine Kuwadinu

Mojisola Josephine Kuwadinu is a prolific writer and an earnest teacher. She loves poetry and her work has been featured in several anthologies and online platforms like Giant pen and... She has a penchant for music and this has been a drive to delve into the rudiments of music over the years. She has ministered along with different choirs and has also graced the stage with solo performances in classical and contemporary gospel music. She is a lover of God and beliefs "Passion is a cause for result."

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