Giant Leeches Poem by Tony Adah

Blood, blood blood
They want of my country
In every moisture they Live
In morning dews
They must have their due.

They put their hope
On mosquitoes, sand flies
And everything that
Licks my country dry.

Citizens shrivel
Their veins punctured
And they lie famished
Like Syrian Children
Waiting for handouts
From the red cross.

Blood blood blood
They want of my country
To build them giants
Of our country
Only them to be.