Blood like water
spilling on the bare earth
There is no time
mother earth to dig
his remains to leave
Hewed and gunned down
By a member of the clan
who spoke his language
and understood him no more
Our earth and its covering is scorched
and all which once sustained us
None but their echoes
nothing but their ashes remain
not even the raffia that held the family tight
not even the raffia that held the family tight
N.B
Drops of misunderstanding when not nipped
in the bud among brothers and neighbours
can soon grow up into an ocean full of
conflict, aggression and war that an entire
tribe can no longer swim in.
Dedicated to
Professor Brandon Kendhammer.
Ohio University
African Studies Department.
10/05/2016
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