THE DEAD ALSO SING

CredoPoets:Wakdok,Samuel Stephen

THE DEAD ALSO SING


Blood in the community's eyes
this time again
why the wailing?
At the sound of the cathedral bells

Last night
the moon hid in shame
as humans were robbed
by "tiny" of their immunity.

How the priest will eulogize
at this requiem?
It's a shame that the sun had to run away
like a coward, never heard of that.

For man only to go and find succour
his wife couldn't provide
he swam between another's thighs,
and for himself won "tiny"

The lady, ever untired
of Adam's sons playing soccer in her pitch.
"tiny" refused going home after the league.

And so, Africa our beloved
this day is drained.
Strong sons cum daughters
reduced to vegetables
rotting little at a time
pending when the gardener weeds them away.

For "tiny" has sworn
'Am too strong to be killed'
rather man's immunity it kills

What an irony
back to the cathedral where once their heads were dipped at baptism in water
are brought back this time; for last rites.

The founders of this cathedral who we, they warned
to neither adulterate nor fornicate
exported to us, "tiny"
the very product of their immorality.

Where then our salvation lies Africa?
If only we were self sufficient, that everything from them we imported.
Not satisfied, we have imported "tiny de HIV"
Everlasting balance of trade deficit.

Who the soil would till?
who for us the woods pick?
of hunger our cattle would die?
the aged and the infants no one is spared?

From a distant land
a song
a land no one returns
not even with lion's majesty
no one returns from

This song is heard;
Let Africa with ears to the ground
Listen and again listen well or her map, away be wiped