and made thousand crowns of chain
upon their throttled necks
from barns where their being beamed dim.
Fetid festers watered their fetters’ studs
holy waters for new converts
they shared communion with their heads
the lip of dawn bore their detritus.
What have they not learnt, harvesting blood
like animals meant to appease the gods
many heads have gone abroad
from ‘uninnocent’ hands.
Let them kill and thrill themselves
with blood as wines and body for swine
they shall also live and smell death
and feed fat from roosted sorrows
Written by: Justice Mmahi
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.