Todonyang Poem by linus gerald

Todonyang



It is a dry land far far away
A land always flowing with tears
Scarce hills of sorrow and valleys of grief
Where a foreigner kills man for ritual purposes
And carry with him body parts and clothes for proof
So as to be declared a champ, hero and model
This land is Todonyang
Here the poor women wail
As their desperate malnourished children trail
They have lost their defender
Their only source and bread-winner
Who left to search for the day’s meal
Only to be killed by a foreigner’s bullet
They wail in Todonyang
The evening falls with doom
So is the night full of gloom
The foreigner crawls kilometres on his belly
Just to attack the harmless exhausted fisherman
Who spent his whole day at the water mass
Their only source of livelihood in the dry land
Doom and gloom in Todonyang

Their day starts at ten and ends at four
For fear of the stranger who takes charge at night
They are forced to live like refugees in their own land
Because the moment of the foreigner is unknown
He might attack at night fall or at day break
And send the whole village into mourning
Bloodshed in Todonyang

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