Casualties of freedom
Adookorn Auaduma@auadumaadookorn150359
8 days ago
on a journey of free rein; our life,
the aged chameleon, lingered behind
at the rear or hurried past on bright
terrain but thorny
unable to keep pace at cock crow
as the symphony of birds gave way
to orchestral of thrilling machine gun
ruby glow of flaring slugs pierced
through the bloody panic night
behead palms, amputate trees, lap
meadow grass with cerise tongue
fell many barehanded lives; they lay,
simple logs, who demanded for their right
we crawled over bodies of silent logs
with wobble kneel of four-legged monkeys
hunted by a pride of blood-thirsty lions
helpless orpington, we watched
with curious eyes of the eagle,
at the carnival of ruby-flaring glow
waited to quit one after another;
emotions, our arm; we fight
with feeling, build castles in the air
the giant of Africa stoop low, engaged
armless lives with armies of occupation
"the carnival night bleed blood
our hamlet is on fire,
the great horn of the shrine
is broken
Damkwa is dead!"
grass will embalm him
birds will mourn him
vultures will bury him
their belly is his grave
the dead are no casualties;
they lost their shadow, etch their
monument on the terrain of free rein
the casualties die in the bosom of fear,
quit the journey to freedom, lost their
life many times before it's lost
they sit on the fence, watch
flood tide filled with superbia,
cover the bank and bay, gulp the shore!
