Dark Clouds Poem by Uche Nwanze

Dark clouds are gathering.
A fiendish storm is brewing.
Hanging on a cliffhanger.
Sitting on a keg of gunpowder.
The vultures are gathering.
The Sun and Moon are at loggerheads.
I see the hanging sword of Damocles.
Brothers are at daggers drawn.
Fathers are chasing away their wives.
I hear the fast drumbeats from a distance.
All I see is swollen lips, red eyes and
long faces.
Heavy footsteps are fast approaching.
Cries of anguish and despair fills the
air.
Young men have deserted their new wives at
the wedding altar.
A river of blood gushes forth.
The young lass is no longer a Virgin.
Our women have become widows.
Children wail in search of their fathers.
Women abandon their children at their
breast.
Pellets of fire flies in the sky.
The cold hands of death lurks in the dark.