Problem Aficionado Poem by obinna tochi

in the hornets nest stirred he of the forgotten song
at the tiger tail gnawed she of the saltywomb.
my ears are spread as mat to the ground
as my eyes have thouht become.
he caused the very smoke at pompeii
as she caused the very death of troy,
in my reclined thought said I
'Oh! you cubs of the northern niger,
how long shall you hunt us?
for karma shall our judge be
for judgement only karma shall dispense.'