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UGOCHUKWU SMOOTH C.
One day
In the bush
Where I go to fetch wood
In the bush
Where I fetch firecrackers….
The blank eyes
Moist with unshed tears watches me
It is watching
It is wooden, it is lonely
Her wooden stare penetrates
So deep…
The mother of lost children
Mother of spirit children
She is watching
Her wooden stare penetrates deep.
The King vulture and his demon cohorts
Keep the children hostage
The spirit children are abused
Lost children are left forlorn in the gulags
They mount prayers as sentry
But…………….
The King vulture is happy
He cannot be bothered
Like the owl who played God
He is revered
He makes merry
He engages in mind debauchery
And senile cavorting
He is King
More or less God
But the mother of lost children
Mother of spirit children
Is watching
The blank eyes will sleep soon
Her wooden stare will animate soon.
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