singing when we are dying
Adookorn Auaduma@auadumaadookorn150359
6 days ago
we are the unusual
sons of the sun
conceived
by the moon at noon
delivered
by the stars at eventide
lost identity by the complexity of birth
to explore
and discover our identity
pose on mother Africa
at noon
stare at
the forehead of the sun
there on a divan of agony we lie
singing songs while
we are dying
in the gutter doing the work
of excavator
we snuff doses
of marijuana leaf to keep blinking
life and leaf afloat
piles of walking
corpse aboard omnibus
like bats on breeze-whizz palm branches
suffering and smiling, chanting
mindless songs of praise
to pick-pocket others -
a most fantastical fact of our living
jumping pit-pothole road
with scores
of avaricious check
points
in between poles
foals loaded with frozen sachet water
hustle in near miss smoke-gaseous
hold ups
perch around
forming honeycomb on cars
predators in uniform scan
angrily through vehicle particulars
beat
harras
cat away money from their prey
with criminal rifle;
they threaten
to fire
those who have lost their
identity to weight
conceived by the moon
at noon
spurred by the sun at sundown;
we are the unusual
sons of the sun
singing songs when we are dying
waiting to surrender our life!
