The Yam Thief Poem by Tony Adah

The chief priest brandished a spear
Looking for who stole the yam
The spear may pierce who stole yam
He muttered with sinister incantations-
Eyaa whuor!
Eyaa whuor! !
Eyaa whuor! !
If you know you stole some yams
Avail yourself to the middle of this playground
No one volunteers
He muttered a question
What does the spear eat?
And the crowd echoed-
The flesh of a thief!
He feign throwing the spear
To one direction and the other
And it goes no where
In another direction and a certain man
Took to heels
And a thief was known
By a spear without traveling an inch.