Return Of The Buzzards Poem by Haruna Garba

The goners are back
Dead now four years back
The deceased ones are back to life
With renewed vigour, they're back

It is the haying and disposing season
Disposal of broken garnered seeds
Seeds you can't be sure if ever used
Except for their exposed grey cores

And when famine is the order of the day
The hays of the ants are utilizable stuff
You just must gather them as they come
Not fussy about their original pathways

The hungry is a beggar by any means
And the beggar is a hungry man so to say
He is seldom fastidious about legitimacy
And this renders him similar to the wolves

The migratory birds flew away end of rains
Here they are back again building fresh nests
They had utterly forgotten about us as gone
And we are aware how much we missed them