Cry From The East Poem by Temitope Adebowale
Cry From The East
The ugly vultures are here
Bearing our souls to you
Making our parents cry
Our mothers shouting "wayo Allah"
Children becoming siblingless
The harvests come too soon
And will last forever
Darkness engulf us
With us at his mercy
Semi-automatic guns, whetted knives
Serve as the vehicles to Elysium or otherwise
We wonder if the sun will ever shine over us again
Even though we are at the east
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