June 14, 2017 June 14, 2017

The Highway Cops

This series of Poems are my tribute to the members of the Nigeria Police that lost their lives in the course of protecting her citizens

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The Highway Cops

by DavidBokolo

There was no comfort in the enveloping darkness

while the silence echoed against the gloomy wall

of the impregnable shadows, enveloping the men

positioned at their duty post along the stretch in this

No-man’s land; their ears strained tautly, listening to

the sound of this unknown foe lurking in the shadows

The frostbite gnawing through their light fabric

tearing into their marrow, chilling the flowing

fluid in the body; their teeth clattering against

each other: being cut short intermittently from

the flow of blood as the cold wind whistling over

the dark Harmattan night, bashing against the men

Yet they clung to their post, not giving away their

position to the unknown foe lurking in the shadows

Even now, ready to visit the peaceful gloomy night

with death, pain and anguish to the world turned

upon its heel, where friends and foes mingle

together in the confinement of life’s voyage

The beam of light silhouetted like a space ship

over the misty darkness in the horizon, long before

they heard the sound of an approaching vehicle

in the dark solitary highway filled with dread

Like apparition, the team stirred at their post

their weapon ice cold in the stiff hands

as the lights tore through the mist, bearing down

on them like the unknown foe lurking in the shadows

This is the routine life of the Highway Cop

Shifting through the layers of nocturnal travelers

along these perilous highways between the

east and west; north and south, searching

for the unknown foe lurking in the shadows

While mere mortal lay peacefully in their homes

the Highway Cop is huddled up in the chilling dark

highway in the middle of nowhere, and his wife

and baby lay smudged up in an unlighted matchbox

hut, staring at the starry sky, wondering what has

become of their hubby as he prowls the highway

for the unknown foe lurking in the shadows

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