Agony Of A Squirrel Poem by henry ochiagha

A SPECIAL POEM FOR MARTIN LUTHER KING JR.
Agony of a Squirrel (poet Henry Ochiagha)

Hunted hunter hunting my soul
Why are you hurting me so
Hunted hunter hinted at bay
Unwelcome predator looking for prey
Setting the pace and blowing the blue jar
Wake up one morning and saw the gray
Hoping to meet the day dangling on a rosy line
But was astonished by the treacherous arrow of the nile
Crossing the air space shatter the leaves
hitting the unknown victim
Forgetting we are here before they came
born rightwise to this fine land
intrudung hordes defiling it
Loving unity while diversity is at risk of hate
Lets promote things that unite us not things that divide us
We see before the scene
We see what we dream and dream what we see
Even the greatest hunter cannot explain all that happen in the forest
Instead of been caught, let laughter took over the road i was chase by the hunter
Crops, trees and the fields are all my habitation
No wonder the birds choose the sky
The ground are fill with deadly traps
I don't wanna go down there cos its were squirrel oliver was caught and never seen
All humans are potential hunter hunted by desire and aspiration
Hunted hunter hurt de hunted squirreled away some money
Squirt out of my domain on a squirrel cage
While my flesh can not even make a pot of soup flourish