Bee-Hunters Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

Nine demons standing at the door,
And the rooms, empty as crow's nest;
The stream was cold that flow through
Dancing round the hives here and there
Like bells hanging in Chinese temples.
Though my brother wasn't afraid of bee holes,
And our plan was to run away with their sweets;
Watching from far shot a bullet to my heart
For i could hear him screaming my name,
And i couldn't find my breathing anymore.
And my stomach just got pumping gas,
Like I miss my step from the staircase;
Mom, please lock the doors and windows
Humans are doing deadly things again
They are jumping down from the stars.
And climbing up the moon with rockets,
You remember when we needed money,
And that all we had to do was nothing;
Than running up to be the bee hunters,
And exchanged our very blood for honey.