Your Enemies' Faces Poem by Ceejon Ezinwoke

After the grumbling came the weary chants
The young men of not distant a blessed land
Then a metal resolution to uncover the truth
To know why trees of theirs bear no fruits
And why their traps have caught no brute

With clenched fists and sharpened spears
And hearts made up to cut and to tear
The young men of not distant a blessed land
Danced their way through the river bank
To hear the gods through the spirit man

'Greetings mouth and ears of the spirits
The one who sees beyond with no limit'
Tell us, by whose spell comes our pain?
Tell, why have our labors been in vain?
Spirit man cast cowries again and again

'He is not far the one you seek his blood
But you need no spears to nip his bud'
Back to the river, leaving no spaces
He pointed the still water from paces
'Look there', he said, 'your enemies' faces.'