Felling Of Standing Cities Poem by Ifeanyi John Nwokeabia

The East falls in a single swoop
The fellers are describably unknown
And their actions are felt at the barks of trees

Day-by-day comes with echoing news of their menace
Bodies are quaken, and bones are cracked
Heads peep through doors and windows in fear.

On some days, legs are called upon for rescue
Carrying bodies on to haven
While on other times, they send bodies to the Lion's Den
Where they are devoured; snapping life out of them.

No where is without the touch of their trademarks red -
They show no respect to age and position.
The fear of the unknown; the beginning of wisdom
Becomes an anthem on the lips of awaiting trees

The fellers hold sway as the trees fall
No David has enough capacity to challenge these Goliaths
As such, leaving the survival of the helpless trees
On the prayerful hands of the creator of universe and fellers.

Now that one of our brothers is cut down today
Tomorrow or next might be our turn, let's wait!