The Voiceless Poem by Tony Adah

I dare not ask again
Or continue to cry
Hunger will as well rest patiently
In my stomach,
When we asked
They served us platters upon
Which the blind and the lame
Alms seekers sat.
Yesterday they served us
Dishes of war
We see today lorries full militants
An armoury of faith extremists
And they tell us that war is finished
What can we do with the change
That comes in the colour of war?
Where in the world have you seen
Cattle valued higher man?
We keep gropping looking for strings
To stitch the loosening hems of
Our pants
We dare not raise a word
Because we are slaves in
The tribes and tongues
That strangers amalgamated for us
We dare not ask
For hunger is the king.