Internally Displaced Poet

They said the militants said to north we must turn
Not to disobey either god
Wife and children scrambled towards riverside
I followed my instinct to anonymous hills.
They said the military had ordered we run southwards

After a long spell,
Night came with a quest to know:
‘Internally Displaced Poet,
Are you hearing from your lovely wife?
What is happening to your children by the dreaded waters?’
(Akeem Lasisi, July 26, 2016)