By
Ayoola Goodness Olanrewaju
cannibals
i
will eagles prey on chicks
for the fun of flights
if not for the long of flesh and blood?
when you clawed our children
in the deception of heights and promise of wings did you not return them to us in body-bags in debris…rotten in the scent of shells?
the wools of wails you yarned for us
are still the clothes we wear over our pains…
we cry daily…
ii
and when you visited our hot hurt huts
and required us of meat…in barks and roars…
do you even know?
that the flesh that hid betwixt your teeth was not venison from the hunters game nor the fresh beef from the knives of the slaughterhouse
it was the debris of our suns
from the ruins of your greediness…from your bombs…
cannibals…
if you took their lives was it not for their flesh?
iii
when you break into our depressed souls
and required us for wines…in bellows and yells…
do you even know?
that the wine you gulp with relish like fiends that you laughed over and boasted your helms of power was not the expensive wine sold in the streets or the assorted vintage on your table of bounty…
it was the blood drained from carcasses of our children whose itching thirsts you denied water of ease…
if you neglected their thirsts was is not for their blood?
iv
only a mad mother hen
would loose into the realms of dance
for the gluttons of eagles who eats her children and relish over the blood of their innocence…
o cannibals…
may their flesh rot the peace of your nostrils may they congeal and chorus restlessness for your intestines
may their blood cry ceaselessly within your blood may these gory springs bring confusion for your sleep
and may your nightmares begin today…
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