Ayi! When The Fields Turned Red Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Ayi! when the fields
turned red but
not with the
red of the dusk
the soil was damp
and wet:
the humus beginning
to flourish:
that was the war,
the screams, the shouts,
the shorts, the cannons and
the airplanes.

Ayi! this be Earth
you see what happens
again and again often - so
Earth does not learn
so often from the past
from the funereal
History.

Ayi! you ask me
ask me for these lines
what they be worth
the future seed in them
you ask me.
when
the fields are
now that the night be coming
and red dusk ended
the fields are
with bubbles at the surface
bubbles red
not bursting
but growing, growing,
growing.