Here Come Rotten Animals Poem by Echezona Ononukwe

Voice of Amadioha strikes,
quaking hilltops
and hearts of rotten eggs
in our land.

Hawks parade themselves,
stealing our meat.

Silence, then rejoice,
then silence they become
because peanuts they get
from gatekeeping
the cocktail night
the military goddess organises.

The hawks are body-guards,
goalkeepers,
gatekeepers of the queen goddess;
they are press secretaries,
senior advisers on media, bootlickers
defending the charlatan goddess.

The opportunistic gueen
now dances for having thug-hawks,
able-bodied snakes
and hefty chickens
in her security council...

She sounds her horns,
she beats her breastfull chest,
lauding her hairy regime
but my pen laughs at her follies

Her thugs grow fat
in their necks
they have protruded bellies
while starving our purses..

But the voice of Amadioha watch,
eyes of Parrot-poet speak,
nostrils hear
and the ears of a deity have smelt her naïvety

But we wear leathered skin
as our bulletproofs