Broken Bodies Poem by Tony Adah

They left the shores of their heritage
Of halcyon clime and bounties
Up north they left with the wind
Hot or scorch didn't mean anything
And the sahel ground them
In the jaws of the winds.
The rains came and put its spittle
In the sand
Roses blossomed with fragile whorls
That crumbled in the tortured world
The prophets blew their usual trumpets
Riddled with flying bullets
And bodies lying broken in the land,
Where succour lies only in the
Flight of tortured souls.
Back home to where redemption breaths
The herdsmen followed with armed donkeys
Withe a mobile armoury
And the broken bodies piled
With tired breath in their own heritage
The world laughs and the world mourns
Under the shadow of death.