This World My Brother Poem by Tony Adah

My brother, is there anything
hidden on this earth?
When at noon the clouds clamour
round the sun;
do you say the sun is hidden?

When thieves get into the thicket
where you kept your bait of poisoned palm wine
do you know who the thief is?
When after a day's hard work,
women came to the farm transit camp
by the riverside and left their wads of firewood
for a bath to cool off the heat,
And you came yanking the cords that bind them
do you know which one belong to your mother?

The chief priest said that if he breaks
his own yam
he owes no one any explanation
So he murdered his son and went to the stream
for ablutions
only to discover that the copious flow of the stream
was the blood of his murders son
This world my brother
there's nothing hidden in it.