Sympathy For The Cocks? Poem by Eche Ononukwe

Come and see what’s happening here.
To and fro, our people have gone
for a balance of price of articles here and there
just to answ’r their stomachs’ calls.

Home, they come also with cocks and onions
in the Day of Christ’s Birth and Rise.

Before the dawn of this Day,
these cocks used to wake us up with their crows,
that we may prepare for our day job.
Now, the cocks suff’r in our hands,
crowing before their usual dawn early enough,
kokoroko, they crow,
fearing that they may be slaughter’d;
for they now ask for our help in return.