Martin Ijir is a social entrepreneur, teacher, mystic, poet, social & right activist, editor, humanist and thinker. His voice had appeared in ANA Review, LangLit Journal, Rock Pebbles Journal, Azahar Spanish Magazine, Arcs Prose-Poetry Magazine, Amritanjali Quarterly Journal among others. He is the author of the Vulture and Eeries of Silence. Winner of 2020 Arcs Prose Poetry Award, a finalist of Sentieri diversi Associazione Culturale Poetry Prize, winning premio internationazione d’honore in 2018 and 2019, Italy. He loves walking, meditative prayer and music apart from writing. He lives in Karu, Nasarawa State, Nigeria.
See how oblique her shape became An amoeba in fervent smile and roaring protest A tea with flinching spirits drank on the door Of political hospitality. I learned about the budgetary Allocation and economics of depression Their approach to sputtering agony increase As capitol police aiding domestic terrorists The long line of protesters whine in the sun of delay An easeling aroma for sentimental justice The heels of horse and fierce beauty of battery Ganged the hallowed red chamber With rough boots and thudding songs for Patriotic insurrection. Their moustache drools As far-rights fascists in Hitler regalia A Bellini approaches to acoustics silencing When the tar of sentiment ran in their blood Cleanses their ethnic blood and became their preachers Crumbs around the blood as wine of grape Dribbling from a broken tumbler As foams scattering on a water The ancient way of altering a race began An undulations of ousting a prefatory note Or a prefatory leader in a shame clothed Thumb out by thumbnails of wild voters This time the funeral vault must be opened