Prose

Homeland

They say I talk too muchBecause I rally aroundFor global peaceThey threaten me with jail time and death. I, Umar the poet,…
Prose

Matchbox

I approve you For making me dim, Landfill of agony, Sorrow too. I applaud you Because am shrieking orb. I acclaim youBecause…
Prose

The Iron Hearts

Turbans and agbadasHave rationed the Cola-nuts to themselves,Dishing out lies in an occultist circle songs to us. Defying all rules of the…
Prose

Realm

The nation’s rips Deluge at dawn Crops shrink Children torrent to unknown places And everyone sobs on a blank stomach The nation…
Prose

Heaven’s Gate

I’m but a penniless orphan: Living for what? Not even madidi to live on: Cobweb laughs. Cockroaches sing dirge Flies are choristers…