We listened to the hooting owl,
Declaring
death upon our house.
Where
were the gods of our land
When
our loved ones were struck?
Are
their ears so deaf, they can’t hear
The
supplications of the faithful ones?
Are
their eyes so blind they can’t see,
The
malicious ploys of the evil one?
The
great iroko tree has fallen
To
the malicious axe of the evil one,
Scattering
our natural habitation
Like
headless chicken we fret,
Scampering
in all directions
We
have fallen apart with no discernible order
Who
will pick our broken bones?
No comments:
Post a Comment