(for the seven-year-old boy lynched on the streets of Lagos)

i am again beside the sea

the sea no longer holds your voice

no wave sings

my heart does not sleep

i can't trace your steps anymore

no single tree

on which to read

how many times you flailed your hands into the eyes

of your executioner

my country your home is a zoo

open to the cold heavens

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