Dancers Poem by Alade Abayomi Idris

Mingled in multitudinous millions

As did yesterday and day before

Lauding in high pitch

Like group of praise singers in king's palace of old

With mate dance of the cockrel

On emaciated limbs

Devoid of greens.


Jumped Joy of the oppressed

Beam and gleam

When oppressor throw dog's meal in the air

To quench ageless hunger

Of folks who would dance

Than swing sabre.


Their morals turned up down

And psyche rewired

Men reduced to mere dancers

Who would dance in exchange for their rights.


See them! See them!

They have danced today

For meal that wouldn't refilled lost energies

Tomorrow is another day

They would come again in their multitudinous millions

As they did today, yesterday and day before

At the feet of the oppressors

Who clad themselves white

To sing and dance

For another dog's meal