When The Elephant Falls Poem by Inusah Zanjina

When the tetrarch of the jungle falls
With his ugly ivory that destroys
These beautiful virgin trees
The little maggots shall have their day
The little rats shall ran the quarters

The omnipotent beast when he falls,
That arrogant bravado;
That breathe of denigration;
Shall be cleansed by sanity
The vultures shall have their fill
The hunters shall have their tales
And the mocking bird shall mock his fall

It is not for nothing that the stars are falling
That diviners now find new homes
That the vultures now do the post-mortem
On this dead country.

The tetrarch has taken over:
Pillaging. Grafting. Robbing.

That ugly beast, the day he falls
The shrouded truth shall be free
The caged birds shall fly
And the marauding minions shall know
That death is a royalty on its own

That day when the elephant falls
The ghosts of his deeds shall come alive;
We shall offer no olive
For even I, Inusah Zanjina
Shall have my pound of flesh
C) Inusah Zanjina