|
Friday, 21 November, 2008 12:50 pm
|
You are here:Home
| The Un-fought War |
|
|
| Written by Odimegwu Onwumere | ||||||
| Sunday, 20 July 2008 | ||||||
     I can hear the salvo. All the people are grumbling. All the cities are waking. They are firing with misdeeds. They are firing with AK 47. They are firing with curses and abuses.
But I am firing with pen. Pen of an embittered poet? Pen of a rebel poet? Pen of an unsung patriot? Pen of a Child Rights activist? Pen of an un-noticed author? Pen of a hungry opulent father’s child? Pen of an uncelebrated citizen who have been solemn in solitude? Who have been rewarded with sacrilege? Albeit, I did not initiate any war, neither thinks there is war, neither am I in war, But is there no war? My kins and kiths, siblings and survivors, brothers and mothers, fathers and sisters, all are fleeing the neighbourhood, all, because of the danger ahead? If nothing is done to stem this inglorious hidden war initiated by the practitioners of the government for the people and for the people and by the people, the Cold War will be defined more than I can chronicle. Anarchy is better being read, than seen being practiced! Odimegwu Onwumere, is a poet and an author, the founder, Poet Against Child Abuse (PACA), Rivers State. +2348032552855  Quote this article on your site | Views: 297 | Print | E-mail
Write Comment
Powered by AkoComment Tweaked Special Edition v.1.4.6 |
||||||
| Last Updated ( Sunday, 20 July 2008 ) | ||||||
| < Prev | Next > |
|---|
