From the POETIC WING of the LEGAL
WATCHMEN:
PREDATORS
In our ever vulnerable strength – or
blindness
They have always denuded our meekness
Even when we seem to summon courage
To wilt their constant peddling’s of
outrage
We turn out losing much blood
Than a murdered mosquito does
Just to lay their filthy claws on our
petrodollars
They wouldn’t mind wringing our collars
Riddling us with diseases that have no
cure’
Always impinging us with the rickety effect
of yaws
They pollute our streams of gallant wills
You always see them in the dark metallic
wheels
O creator! You know that the birds were
living
Even before the udara stopped producing
God! Our lowered voices in sequence
Will forever recede in suffocating silence
As they leave their legacies of destruction
Marring the serenity of our confusion.
ARIKOR COLLINS.
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