The Trumpeter Poem by Emmanuel Ayodele

As thief cometh by night soon the
Trumpet shall sound

I wait awake sleeping for I need
Must murder

Dawn had eaten up my value
Night my bones arrange as log

This trumpeter weary my night
Let my night be mine! ! !

Do play for the ants they may dance
Go to the web, the spider may charge

Let my night be mine, noisy dark friend
Blood rubber, bothersome as our four-year song

Now I pledge to my mat, I shall shed your blood
Though you bear in mine, makes you my son not,
You stole! !

I need must murder
Trust the ants to give you a befitting burial