Rainmakers Poem by Paul Ojevwe Dididjon

THE RAIN MAKERS
We begged them to rain upon us
favours and good tidings
Instead,
they rained on us, fire and brimstones
ravaging our home,
now our home has been set ablaze with hunger

Make us your rainmakers
and as the dew kisses morning with freshness
so shall we,
for your home will never
lack the dews of the morning

But today, our home has
been made desert
for our tongues are the dry leaves
that fall from the mother tree
like the boar that swallows an elephant
they swallow our peace

just as the deer quest for water
so our souls long for a good fore-man
not the ones that will rain on us
fire and brimstones
but they that can rain down
water to quench the fire that burns
our tongue