LAND BOUT
You have dared an Igbo man
To a fight he knows best to fight:
The ancient bloody land dispute.
You have awakened the busy lion
For the five little share, he can't share.
He hunts but doesn't stray and
He will return to claim his pride,
By pouncing on the cattle's neck.
You have come into the tropical ring
With an undertaker in fake white flag,
Even his brother Kane, he can't forgive
Over that land his ancestors inherited.
In this he can fight from his coffin.
Flee now or you rest in pieces.
You are now on a territorial fight
With a red capped male lizard
That never forgets the landmark's aroma.
He knods at your unexpected blow,
Sharpens his matchet in ancient stones,
Only your blood will satisfy his ikenga.
©2nd May,2016.
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