Tears Of Mother Dusogu Poem by obinna tochi

Lying on the foot of my decapitated hut
In pursuit of time,
Which did run fast.
Lo! There stood Dusogu our mother,
In a gown of sorrow,
And a head tie of worries.

‘What pressures thee mother? '
‘Can't you see?
My forest is fast becoming a desert.
Where are the suckers that would replace thee?
Who will be my eyes when I am long blind?
For the way they have taken to is not ours…
Will the drums ever sing my praise again?

I wish the flute will stop crying,
I really wish my flocks would turn a new leaf.'