by Ekweremadu Franklin Uchenna

since no blade fits to shave its locks

it steals into our territory

hiding like weed amongst wheat

it snipes at our soldiers

and unbars our gates to guests

it drives us mad with cares

and turns us into monsters

which frighten our kith and kin

it bags a million plaques

each a prize for a hundred souls

that has fallen by its sword

Ekweremadu Franklin Uchenna is a young writer, currently living in Kaduna State in the North of Nigeria. Apart from writing poetry, he also tries his hand at plays and short stories. He is currently working on his first novel. His works have appeared in Saraba Magazine, Flashquake, The Summerset Review, and elsewhere.