Bitter Blood And Sweet Sand Poem by Femi Ademiluyi

Bitter blood and sweet sand
In chains and fastened bonds
Somewhere in faraway land of nowhere land
My brother lays
Painful wipes on back and wood at hand

Sweet sand and bitter blood
Made to work on sweaty lands
Staring at them are neck-ready swords
With screaming slave masters
Performing as gods

Blood and sand, sweet and bitter
An ear of corn for lunch and dinner
Always smile even if the shoe pinches
and never shiver
when the god punches

Sand and blood, sweet and bitter
Scary marks on weeping faces
Die and get dropped in a litter
Freedom is all we cry for in every places
But to whom do our cries minister?