The sky is a frumpish mass of broken sheets of restless clouds,
Inundated by shrieks and twitters of chimerical birds
Watching over us with impatience and anger.
Where storks had sought sure refuge,
In the comfort of the warm havens of these shores
Sail querulous eagles, nervous doves and desperate vultures.
There is a dispute in the air prelude to the real thing
As the eagles strangle the doves
And vultures pick the bones of the fallen.
While awaiting the bigger feast
When bickering elders of the land
Finally, marshal their warriors for the final kill
Leaving impetuous youths slain in their skirmishes
To the vultures hovering in the air
While the sharp talons of the eagle
Pecks at their own rich bones and livers
After the war without winners
For this land, this homestead
Has become merely a battlefield
Before chimerical creatures with sharper claws
Establish their dominion
Over the bones of opposing elders
Their children merely snoozing zombies
In the house of exile and slavery.
This poem was published in the 15th Issue of PoeticAfrica magazine.
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