David Oluwatobi Akinola

African Magic

Five hundred soldiers,
Coming to slay us like hungry lions.

A ten feet tall wall,
Surrounds the city with an unguarded gate.

Twenty-eight hundred preys,
Calm and relaxed.

A prey stands,
Blows a horn,

Five hundred soldiers,
Now do the conga.

Jingling a calabash full of coweries,
The soldiers turn against themselves.

African Magic
Nothing beats it.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 4, 2010
Poem Edited: Thursday, January 14, 2010

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  • Anonymous Anonymous (3/10/2010 11:43:00 AM)

    i enjoyed this no doubt Dave; nice one,10

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