The Broken Tears Of Africans.

Abdulganeey Stephen Asefon
@asefonabdulganeeystephen675175
29 days ago

The Broken Tears Of Africans (1)


like a yam tendrils, in a rainy season,
our euphoria grows amidst clans and
boundaries,
we hover over our village stream
Where mouth sips,and faces beam,
As we collect the waters in the calabash

On our visage, sits perspiration
fanned by deafening voice of drums,
Thumping the dusty ground
the old and young of our land,

Why silence prevails the voice of the drums?
Helter-skelter, our legs as they hear the
fierce excretion of guns,
Crowns fall,beads cut off
as the village giants wallow in handcuff,

Mother gnashes,as her lad crosses the ocean
where returning is a hallucinating vision,


#TheLivingPen.

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