Knives in my back
They help me stand upright
You’ve got my back
Covered with purpose and bite
Back-stabbing attacks
Strengthen my will to fight
What in foresight a man lacks
He makes up for with hindsight.

The opened eyes at the back of your head
Are the lessons learned from the life you’ve led
The wars in which you bravely bled
And the wars from which you falsely fled
Treachery in you and others is rife
But you learn to fight better looking ahead
Your rear-facing eyes bring back to life
All the things you thought were dead.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river