Draw Your Swords - Poem by Alex Adeoye
Stand to this onslaught
Stop this massive death
Close the tasty ready Throat of the grave
Stop the blood of Africa flowing
On this warless battlefields
Stop this systemic guillotine
Dull its blade and pack it away ever
Send these under-takers out of service
Pave way for a new dance,
Against the evil processions of the sons of Biali.
Draw your sward from the quiver
Raise it in anger, suffer no time to mirror on it
Kill the sorrow, cut the root of the Africans wailing
Pierce the heart of the demon defining Africa hapless.
Bring our magic Wang to the altar
Shout aloud, draw cloud from mountains
Let the echoes dose off the cry of Africa
Wake to this early, don't look back
Till you do this, see, no order resuming.
Tell others, it's not outsiders war
Its not even a war in need of weapon
There are many casualties than full war already
Blood flows more than in battlefields
Only that big guys death are announced
And the media make their 'dole'
Under-taker too stole our mourning
Toasting the corpse the bastards
Till there shameful obesity began to drip
The flies join the funeral of the glutton
Our pains became a celebration
'I can't blame them'.
Are they graduates, dancing the death of there enemies? '
'Indeed they lived to disallow employment
We'll live to celebrate on their graves'
You shake your head? Hun! I did the same.
Aren't this a war?
Africa leadership draught
Has punctures hopes here
See the commonwealth drain
flowing down the line
I 'saw' their crying, I chorus it too
I 'saw' it growing bigger
The business became of all.
Suddenly I felt a touch on my right shoulder
He asked me to stop crying, I wiped my eyes
He said you're the problem, I asked why?
'You are me, you're we and they,
I tell you to live corrupt free live
I tell you to do something, and bye bye to evil
And cry of Africa will cease at once.'
He asked me to watch on,
'I drew aback to pick an understanding
Apart from others, I saw haithophel
I saw Absalom, I saw David'
Now i know, death is cheaper than heaven
Men's mind is cruel than grave.
I was afraid: I cry in weariness
'is there hope again! ! ! '
As if he is much around
'There is............ a way out! '
'Draw your swords from the quiver
Kill the the demons, greed and selfishness
The alcohols from which men became mad
And everywhere became madhouse.'
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