Topsy-Turvy Poem by Olufayo Ezekiel
Topsy-Turvy
Oh! confusion is upon us,
Hawk came to our land,
singing and talking like poultry,
chicken-hearted hen roaming,
heard to voices on the street.
A road on our map,
two roads on our journey,
some turned preys and predators.
Our dogs deaf to hunters whistles,
heard a new siren,
killed by the gods of bullet,
who are chameleons.
Saturday, February 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: Africa
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