Four voices singing as one – on a theme of universal relevance on Nigeria’s independence day! Happy to be in this AWESOME QUARTET!
by Boomiebol, David Trudel,Noel Ihebuzor, and Susan Daniels
if hate has a voice
it starts quiet as steam
escaping through cracks in rock
until the hissing amplifies
to volcanic roars
that no words can shout over
or stop.
If hate had a pen,
its ink would surge, overrun and melt pen and nib,
its acid sap sipping
into sweaty palms
corroding and melting sinews
and twisted tortured phalanges
if hate has eyes
they would see nothing
pale & staring
corneas scarred white
from heat
If Hate was a lighthouse
Its foghorn would be discordant
And it would get stuck like some faulty car alarm
Going off for hours
Its light would cease to work in winter storms
But the electricians won’t find the problem
Hate is always getting short
If hate had wings
It would fly
Wings spread wide
Carried swiftly by the wind
Blowing back and forth
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