Rhythm of the World

Rhythm of the World

A Poem by Idiong Divine

This morning in Aleppo

Was bloodshed

Gunshots, RPGs,

Bomb blast

Like the ‘achaba’ suicide bomber

Of Kaduna

A little boy in Syria is running

To escape the shrapnel of

The shooter’s shells and mortars

A disillusioned ‘almajiri’ is planting

Local explosives in a church

Somewhere in Borno.

 

My bedroom receives

Fresh percolation of sun rays

Early morning sun rays

 

It reminds me

How we used to sing do re mi

A female deer

A drop of golden sun

A name I call myself.

 

But where have they all gone?

The songs

Where have they gone?

© 2012 Idiong Divine


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Added on November 24, 2012
Last Updated on November 24, 2012
Tags: Wars, Massacre, Religious crises in Nigeria, Sweet songs

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Idiong Divine
Idiong Divine

Eket, Niger Delta, Nigeria



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Divine Friday Idiong aka Idiong Divine is an internationally acclaimed author of poetry, short stories and a novel. His first published work, a collection of poems, “Never Ending Poem”, go.. more..

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