Voice of Amadioha strikes, <br />quaking hilltops <br />and hearts of rotten eggs <br />in our land. <br /> <br />Hawks parade themselves, <br />stealing our meat. <br /> <br />Silence, then rejoice, <br />then silence they become <br />because peanuts they get <br />from gatekeeping <br />the cocktail night <br />the military goddess organises. <br /> <br />The hawks are body-guards, <br />goalkeepers, <br />gatekeepers of the queen goddess; <br />they are press secretaries, <br />senior advisers on media, bootlickers <br />defending the charlatan goddess. <br /> <br />The opportunistic gueen <br />now dances for having thug-hawks, <br />able-bodied snakes <br />and hefty chickens <br />in her security council... <br /> <br />She sounds her horns, <br />she beats her breastfull chest, <br />lauding her hairy regime <br />but my pen laughs at her follies <br /> <br />Her thugs grow fat <br />in their necks <br />they have protruded bellies <br />while starving our purses.. <br /> <br />But the voice of Amadioha watch, <br />eyes of Parrot-poet speak, <br />nostrils hear <br />and the ears of a deity have smelt her naïvety <br /> <br />But we wear leathered skin <br />as our bulletproofs<br /><br />Echezona Ononukwe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/here-come-rotten-animals/
