Our Bows, Arrows And Spears Poem by David N. Munene

Our bows, arrows and spears
Were never meant to cause tears
We only used them on deers
Never the source of fears

You drew your gun,
We came to watch without plan
Trigger pulled straight into head
One fell and we laughed

We thought that he was joking
Or perhaps the blurt was frightening
Awaiting his waking up,
Blood oozed as he took a nap

We realised you weren’t smiling
We took to heels with you trailing
A couple others you downed
And those you caught you drowned

Later we learnt the reason
Surmounting to more than treason
The land of our ancestors
You ploughed with your tractors

We prayed to our gods you would change
Instead, you needed our blood in exchange
Evicted us to the forests
Stole our simple human interests

We had to draw our spears
And use them as military gears
We never intended to murder
Only you insisted on being harder

Our bows, arrows and spears
Now meant to cause you tears
Not longer used on hunting deers
Became the only source of your fears