This poem

Today dish a day comes with guns wound

Our civilized in wild tongue lick the vegetables; blood the pepper,

Giant enough to sting scorpion’s up our Stone’s

Yes Snippers wounds

BUT of the war of gods whom are strange and we slice our hands to lick,

Chanting crocodiles into our regions.

Strangers peep into the ocean bid of bowls as vegetable visit the bar on their tongue,

The motherboard gathers us in a destination where gorilla of new society are stock in the belly of females keep debating for whom birth it out

When the boy to seep from the cup of lit thick and the moon of ceaseless flowing river

Rushes down to the toe of an elephant,

Maybe our nightmares will drives us Long to where I birth out new baby

That will wipe away our scars in tears

And cleanse the raw looking of Old dining ( poverty)

I am devolution and revolution,

If am in the stage of first, I flash my network to sands of years back

How our images are reap God

and the thinking that laid in our neutral network now

Are deads then, if am the couplets

I envision tomorrow folding thousand days together

And I junction to a flower environment where I lick binta sugar

And it voice to me of

” Introduce your ash to him” 

Clinging her hands to a light

And i hug her words as I pour out our challenges to.  Yes he paved anew

Idris Sheikh Musa (Newborn Poet) is a prominent Nigerian writer from the heart of Minna. A member of Hill Top Creative Art Foundation (HCAF) national headquarters along David Mark Road, Minna, Niger state. He has some of his works published in magazines such as Legend International, Synchronized Chaos, Ikeke Art, and the Kalahari Review.