The Unknown Bullet: Ìdí Àpẹ́
A dark bullet lurks
wherever you go right
in the crannies of the day
by the busy roadside
or right in your bedroom
The small steely point
pierces the parched body
deprived already of hope
The day is always hungry,
and we all have to walk
because we all also are hungry
in the season of blood
we all have been orphaned
of our collective humanity
---Adeshina Afolayan
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