There Was A Time Poem by abbas abubakar

There was a time
On the cover page of history
When morning would wake nakedly
Puffed in rhythmic silence
Only the hunter's gun
Would acompany the crawling sun
There was a time
When coins were still in the womb
Huts would be left ajar
With cowries in mud pots
Without fear of a third finger
Men were like grazing cattle
Spread across the fertile pasture
Of his mother soil

There was a time
When stones were guns
Knifes for crawling throats
And men blind of oozing blood
They would freeze into forest
And return in ones like chicks
Then lay outside rafia mats
And share laughters of the night

Then the white blood came
Fumed the air with gold
Painted the soil in silver
And laughed with broken teeth
And our serenity was history
Just as i have sat
At this moment of heat and noise
Recounting histories i never met