Terror In The Neighbourhood Poem by ObiGod Chidi CC

TERROR IN THE NEIGHBOURHOOD
It used to be a visitor of the night,
But now holds the day in its bridle:
Shoot arrows from the eyes of the sun.
Like a tiger in the market square,
Picks its dizzy preys porch by porch;
The vulture perches on the roof top
To pick the marked in its sulphur crawls
According to the owl's prophecy
It long sang as a duly elegy.

Alas! There's a cry in Okafor's house
Alack! The wail is with a sad melody
And as it fades as a smoke of ashes
A lamentation from Eze's compound
Takes over with a scaly bitter dirge;
The choir of hearse in processions,
Awakens those drunk with life.

When the sun retires for the day
The living pants and sleep half awake
For the terror in the neighbourhood
Sweeps like a black freezing breeze.
O Death! A visitor with cold fingers;
Passover my holy household,
Blood is already in this chosen home,
Speaking victoriously from lifted lintels
And fighting post in glorious stance.
"Pass over! Pass over! " cries the blood
Of the Lamb that was slain.


2nd May,2016