Predators Poem by Abdalla Juma Shenga

A lion will rejoice
In the birth of an antelope
But does an antelope rejoice
In the birth of a cub?

Life is not fair
It’s never meant to be
The weak
will be weak
And the strong
Shall remain so for long

Rumor has it that
They manufacture maladies
To sell us their medicines
Rumor has it that
They trigger turmoil
To steal our minerals

They continuously create chaos
Involving us in calamities
That are not ours



Like animals in the wild
Leave us and we’ll be free
Keep watching
As you always do

But do not keep us in your zoos
Where you’ll be feeding us for amusement
Domesticating us, breaking our spirits
So we can lick your feet