A poem dedicated to “blood and water” by Osuagwu Alexander.
MY SIN
What actually led me here
What have I done
Could I have saved him
Was I scared or stupid
Am writing to free my guilt
But reading this script
Literally pricks my conscience
All I did was watch
But I feel my ignorance was a sin
And it haunts me daily
I’ve always been wary
But this blame was mine
It was halp past nine
On that cold dark night
A scene pictographed in me
My eyes met him afar
His heels were in motion
His eyes were red
Filled with undeniable fear
He was limping
His body filled with shivering
He kept on struggling
Being aware of his doomed fate
Because of his faith
An opposition of religion
Which innovated destruction
An environment where ethnicity
Has disrupted ethicality
And im