
Agony of fusion
Adookorn Auaduma@auadumaadookorn150359
16 days ago
battered lives on their way
to early grave
are made drunk with sour
liquor of weight
ratite birds caught in the wild,
curbed in coop of servitude
we peep through the vent
of hungry cage
to watch unusual birds
and squirrel eat off
the fruit of our trees and flowers
so free
so proud
they buzz and perch
sing taunting songs of war,
songs of those favoured
by the gods
with broken pinion
and sore throat
we sing
sing with voice kinda faint;
in pangs and pains
we echo our requiem
in disarray
to lure the good memories
of yesterday to sleep -
how we used to eat
of our trees, ply and nest
before the fusion
when weight was far overseas,
tribalism was in the womb of time
avaritia in far distance
land waiting for vanity
from the burrow of power
to fecundate
the womb of weight
helpless unborn baby
we wail
yell
boo
in dark womb of yoke
not heard from deep down
we put on dour effort,
bite the placenta of power
to impress our plight on deaf
ears of chokehold
our berceuse lure them
to sleep while we dance drums
of amalgamation -
the fusion of beast and sheep
in a hutch ;
they sit back to watch as fun!






















































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