The Albino And The Machete

Chinedu Dike

Chinedu Dike

Thursday 18 June 2026

Guided by the whispers of medicine men,

Predators lurk in the tall grass,

Tracking pale shadows with cold intent.

Blades gleam in the dark, ready to strike,

Stealing a life in a single heartbeat.

Fear builds high walls around the innocent,

Breeding a slow, suffocating dread.

Yet, the hunger of daily life forces them out,

Turning every step into the open air

Into a gamble with death.

Horror strikes and steals the vulnerable,

Leaving shattered lives and stolen breath.

Even the quiet soil offers no sanctuary,

As graves are plundered and the dead

Are denied their final rest.

Dark myths feed a lethal delusion,

Trading human flesh for promised luck.

A sacred life is reduced to a commodity,

Driven by greed, bathed in blood,

Sold in the shadows of the market.

Enduring a lifetime of cruel mockery,

They walk through a cold, unforgiving world.

The killers walk free beneath the sun,

Shielded by the silence of neighbors

And the apathy of a blind crowd.