Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya; aopicho@yahoo.com)
Hallo Mr food , allow me to salute you with Germany hello
I will also hug you with American hi and kiss you
with high sounding french romantic salut
as I saw you on the table in one peasant's hut
her shoals of children giving you a Kenyan Jambo,
each of them ruthless and not exculpating you
each chopping you off one after another
biting you horrendously like a mutton in the canine
of a male lion in the kingdom of noon day
forlornly you were thrashed with no succour
those peasants ate you like ravenous hyenas
feasting on the ewe daily in apex of starvation
where erred you to the peasants' sires
for they look for you with one sharp voracity
where will you take your body for a simple truce?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem