Bitter Blood

By Kolajo Blessing

Seen on a field of white snow,
Consoling the widows from the west,
Appealing to the masses from the east.
Their wails melted like snow in their comfort.

Seen in the temple of justice,

Where the idol of Baal are destroyed,
And the might of the
gentiles stricken.
There lay the rider of death full of strength.
Seen on the battlefield,
The Assyrians came down like a hungry wolf.
Seeking for the blood of the holies
Unknown to them, it is bitter.
The sweetest is that of the evildoer next door.
It brings relief.
But their wings are widely protected.
The righteous will remain sour and bitter.
Synopsis: This poem xrays the unknown mysteries of justice.
Author’sĀ Profile: Kolajo BlessingĀ hails from Oyo State. She is a writer, a lover of poems and a 200l Law student of Olabisi Onabanjo University.

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