BY: Taofeek Olalekan Ogunperi
Dirty cloths tied at many a thin shoulder
Like men from half-way to heaven They flooded into our hamlet Killing and maiming, After their cows eat our sowed. Wayoo! I heard the mimics of thin-nosed men Their hard, body-gloss twisted staffs Beat out deadly rhythm out of us Some died, some about: blood spattered around. They returned into the forest like spirits I starred at them with a blood-shedding eyes Wounds stationed in every part of me I shed silent tears with mucus, blood composed But the wound within was never to be healed. 'Tomorrow,' I said 'we will have The milk of death flow in their throats... © Taofeek Olalekan Ogunperi 2016
Dirty cloths tied at many a thin shoulder
Like men from half-way to heaven They flooded into our hamlet Killing and maiming, After their cows eat our sowed. Wayoo! I heard the mimics of thin-nosed men Their hard, body-gloss twisted staffs Beat out deadly rhythm out of us Some died, some about: blood spattered around. They returned into the forest like spirits I starred at them with a blood-shedding eyes Wounds stationed in every part of me I shed silent tears with mucus, blood composed But the wound within was never to be healed. 'Tomorrow,' I said 'we will have The milk of death flow in their throats... © Taofeek Olalekan Ogunperi 2016
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