The tusk of the elephant <br />Is the last treasure of the king. <br />The sweat of builders drip into the soils of disdain. <br />Look deep into her black eyes which have seen the sacrifice of virgins.. <br />And ask when shall it be? <br />When shall the price pay the worth of pains.. <br />Let us tie the lace of her shoes and remind her of the journeys to be taken. <br />She shall fortify every willing foot...<br /><br />Pius Balat Adamu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-shall-it-be/
