Digging Daggers Ii Poem by Eromo Egbejule

On the white horse of thunder
rides the invincible conqueror.
Lord of all,
friend to all.
Mercurial warrior who gently kills
the tender hearts of the crust
speeding its productivity



Run from its target,
run, I beg of thee do run.
These pleasant digging daggers
drenching desperately
may blow off roofs of our domains,
turn our streets to mini-rivers and
even still the digging daggers persist.

Alas! the people cry
'Hail thee merciful knight
set not thy sword to work.'

These digging daggers
cruising off on bloodless raids
tenderly digging our soil to resistance.'