Chima Ononogbu

Where Blood Was Flood

Black South Africans,
You have become tactless
although history rebukes you
but with yarn tinged with blood
are your ears sutured;
deaf to hear as a whimsical grasshopper
loitering about the nest of a dull eyed Mockingbird,
Unaware of the danger that lurks in the shadow.

Now your end seems nigh,
as cloud of death with the fury of apocalypse
it comes to you.
Like a goat bleating in agony wrestling ancient ghost
shall your cities cry out when recompense
as a whiff of flying gloom
grips them by their throats.

In your season of ...