Genocidal Dance. Poem by PROMISE ITA OKPOHOUDEME

Father Abraham,
Have many sons,
Not as Adam's sons,
Cain who caused Abel harm.

One from Sarah,
Another from Hagar,
From the house of Pharaoh!
Slave, concubine in days of sorrow.

Isaac and Ishmael are a testicle,
From different vagina,
Coming with different miracle (s) ,
Pursuing heavenly arena.

Why are their offsprings!
In my generation of tasteless blood,
Why so unforgiving,
In the salvation of the merciful Lord?

Band is play for joy to dance,
Hearts hardy, humanity hue (s) ,
Harts sturdy, souls weary,
Oh Greenfield, elephants grows your grasses!

It had rained for long,
Yes, all had gone wrong,
Should the dreary weather drag us all alive!
Sue us to the storm,
Erosion runs red race!
Flowing blood to the stream.

Here is the thunder!
Please, let's not prosecute the strike,
Else, our pool becomes an ocean of blood,
Where lifejackets betrayed life to death.

Please! these guns are not good friend,
They sue elites to morning graves,
With perplexities at Christmas' end,
As trees grow on murderers' hearts.

Let all grasses bow on the same field
For all horns grow to the Sky
Why should we take the Thor
Of the supernatural with our mortal hands
Blocking the door from the window
But all things are the Lord.