Muttering voices

  " Help meet" (Dedicated to Gift Ifechukwudeni) There are few humans like God That could see our tears before they come Draw close to us whenever They sense our loneliness from afar Snuggle silently to share our solitude. Only you can share this cross with its thorn Bleed and act as if you are not hurt In every pain you sought my gain You lost many too precious to find me Love was all that mattered to you, and still does, Few go this far in this scorching sun And never bothered to look back. Grace is found always on your lips You wear beauty like a regal rope Strength lies in your loins, And you choose to bear me with them You love relentless like death And we have chosen that it won't do us part. You say you worry I will leave  But how could i? When I just found the right bone  That made my life empty all this while. This is our honeymoon night I have come home to roost forever with you.

"Lockdown at '67" Like in the days of communal clashes, Our world became a deserted playground, A war of pride and power Is loosed on us, And every feet is on the run. Our children walk with tiny heads on  bloated stomachs, Body tattooed with hunger and suffering, Foot bare on dangerous pathways Some reckless piece of artwork unattractive to human stare  Smiling faces retract to a frown Brave men tremble like feverish children. We are lockdown in a war: Each day rises with horror  And falls with many dead. Life has turned its back on us And is walking away.