PLATEAU TURNS TO VOLCANO

-By Muhammad Mahmud Yarima

Perch of the pigeons of peace
And place of pious people
Are plateaux and pure plains;
But like an active volcano
That may erupt every now and again
Is our Jos plateau;
In its thirst of human blood
It emits hatred and persuade
People like putty in its hands
To pour petrol and put fire
On thousands and thousands of innocent lives;
It uses power to purge people
From their place of birth
Its Pillock people will only have
Pustule: a pool of pus but not
The promised purple heart,
Though I know it’s just a puton,
And never will they witness
A purple patch.