This house it is haunted
Creaks just like that
Freaks me out
My clothes clog to my skin wet
Yet there is a roof
This house is haunted
With ghosts that look me in the eyes
See its black dark with no stars.
Ghosts fight the stool
Could it be the spirit of leaders?
Leaders
That sat like lead till death,
Could it be the spirit of children?
Children
Starved by their greed,
Our guardians; Saro-wiwa, Okpobo, Sankara,
Rodney and every good soul despised?
This house that is haunted
It needs priests
With three eyes
That see ghosts,
Offering a sacrifice
Driving ghosts away
Haunted House
Solomon Faith
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 05/20/2020
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