The Shadow Of Reality Poem by Auaduma Adookorn

In the shadow of reality, vultures surround our corpses; we circle fly-perch food on famine grill lay sick and worn out Gaseous smoke of hold-up vehicles oozes slow-lethal air, choke our breath; so boring, so scary is urban life this slow-dying life had no foot print on the soil of my hamlet of Norkwiri where nature awesome divine love heal free with her soothing herbs; there, we used to drink virgin wine from nature tree and roasted yam with grub dripping oil of lengthy days we told stories of ancient warriors who taunted the thrust of slavery, drove away the locust with mosquitoe and etch their foot print in the sand of time