My house is ablaze <br />Set on fire by my own kids <br />Who are fire playing with fire <br />But are arrogantly so <br />Burning their own mother inside <br /> <br />From corner to corner and rummage <br />Looking for my fire extinguisher <br />Under the bed; behind the charcoal <br />I search everywhere but find it not <br /> <br />And then I opened the flour drum <br />There lay mixed in the maize flour <br />The extinguisher while I <br />All the while, burning in the fire <br />Choke in the smoke. <br /> <br />Through the kitchen window I escape <br />Breaking my limbs after the great fall <br />Leaving in hell my other children <br />Roasting in the fire their siblings had lit <br />Crying out for help from their helpless mother <br /> <br />I in turn had to call for help <br />Neighbors from far and near headed <br />My good neighbor Koffi Annan came <br />Oh! The imported fire extinguisher! <br />Thank you sir for saving us <br /> <br />But now, let me bury some <br />Of my kids who burnt alive <br />As I remember that golden handshake!<br /><br />kelvin karani<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-is-my-fire-extinguisher/
