Love In Africa Poem by Tobi Oyesomi

I saw the rearer
I saw the fowls.
My curious eyes went nearer
and saw in the game - pretty fouls.

The rearer leaves the fowls uncatered for
In the wicked hands of hunger
But returns at the call of another Four
Promising not to keep away any longer.

The visibly invisible rearer is now visible
The notorious devil turned an angel,
And feeds the fowls with delicacies, edible,
But a Cain, in the real sense, to their Abel.

Nothing is this but hankypanky
Yet, the gullible fowls dance to the rhythms
Of the droplets of food that gets sandy
But for another Four they become victims.

This is the brand of love in Africa
Between the ruled and the ruler.
I may not know of that in Antarctica
To determine which one is better.

©Tobi Oyesomi
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