Gombe New Year Gift Poem by Tony Adah

There is a billowing cloud of smoke
Smothering over charred skeletons
Of men and automobiles
Reddish brown flames licking blood
And flesh of innocent citizens
This is the gift my country
Can offer in the name of religion
In the gruesome murder and wanton destruction
Of wares to its citizens at new year.
There's a war against terrorism
Fought by a crippled nation
And a compromised army
Terror has not stopped to breed horror
And it is a gift no one can say no to.