Starless Heaven Poem by Kingsley Egbukole

Where have they gone
The stars of heaven
None in sight tonight
The beauties of the heavens

Have you gone on strike too
To protest your poor wage
Used to polish your shine
Or to protest the incarceration
Of political opponents
Or the killings of innocent citizens
For no cause but been poor

Did you retire to bed early
To relax your tired flame
Double bent from extreme work

Maybe you did not appear at all
Having developed some illness
From constant shining pain
With no drug in the store house

Maybe you went into hiding
From the menacing insurgents
That defiled trained military units

Or maybe you decided to migrate oversees
To have a life valued and worth living
Even the heavens is tired of us here.

(Wednesday 8th January,2020,12.44am)