Famine in the land
Echoes and echoes
In the hollow space
A drop of water is heard
Striking the rocks
Emptiness resides where
Once was plenty
I am going to sleep hungry
There is famine in the land
Experts have a revelation
The winds did not herald the clouds
The clouds refused to spit out rain
The Earth got dry
And so disgruntled
Would not allow us plant our seed
Tools for Harvest
Have a new existence
In the hands
Of men who dig the graves
Mother’s plates are clean and dry
Just the way she always wanted
There’s no food, so no dirty dishes
Yet somewhere in the world
they have leftovers
She holds me close
And sings a lullaby
Then prays to God
I do not die
Babawilly
Dr Wilson Orhiunu
June 2005
My Time
No comments:
Post a Comment