Weep Not Peasant Poem by Sekyewa Godfrey

Weep Not Peasant.

The Scavengers have maliciously
Grabbed the flesh
And shared it with the hungry hyenas
Deep in the heart of the jungle,
Helpless peasant left to chew and lick the bone.

Peasant, weep not though
For you pay for your actions
Of touching the hyena's ass
Which gift is the bestowal of a burning kick.
For even the vultures have grabbed the debris
And farted straight in your face
To mock your mirthless, wrinkled
Pale and torn apart head.

Oh no, poor peasant!
Feel the rejection from the bumbling
Ineptitude of the jungle rulers.
Grumble not, for you are on your own.

Let your tears soothe your sunken cheeks.
For even the almighty Lion has urinated
And defecated in the only jungle well
To let you die peacefully dehydrated
Amidst the fattening and healthy
Bellies of his surrogate parrots.

Alright peasant, cry not
But lick your crackly lips decisively
Until the Pharisees remember to redeem
You from your plight and repression
When the next polls ripen.
(Sekyewa Godfrey)