Bolt And Nut Poem by Emmanuel Odum

The showers of tears
dropping from the purple sky
where all the mysteries lie
where pain and hunger
and sorrows will ply.
From dusk till rising sun
till the land grow fat
with many she had
and the much she will have.
'My african comrades'
let your mercy smile
on the face of mother land.
Embarce the faults
and contend the greed
that never stop rising
on our every breathe.
rebels and militants
our mothers are dying
our sisters in pains
are trampled and vanquished.
Heroes or soldiers
our babies are framed
in diseases and plagues
forged from our own riffles.
Who takes the chide?
me or your motherland.
Eat the carcass if you can
of our very living dead.
Reasons wont stop
like bolt and nut.
But where we do stop
good reasons will rise
saturated to a fault
for love was the cause
when history and our world
will raise a cap of blue
for we let the ground to green.