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by Henry Ekwuruke, Nigeria Mar 28, 2007
Media , Peace & Conflict   Poetry

  

Taking a regal step
In appreciation of our mothers
The great mothers of the world
I dared the hyena howl
Let him howl and let us experience peace

My poem bursts into laughter
Peace starts with these people
In the name of people my story tale
Let people reign supreme
Not in the present of reports and wills

War has begun reported my news
Announcing the death of our people never sickled
the gods of thunder has come to live with us
requesting we kneel down or pay homage
But we have no deal with them who chose us

Are the gods to blame for these ordeal?
neither should humans for their predicament
we have seen it all coming, waiting and watching
Because I got myself involved setting by the roadside breaking the palm kernel on that day

Crying in silence but never consoled
I needed to die but I got covered
Eating from the white calabash of my mother
with the visiting mice as my audience
I thought it rains but behold the sun!





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Henry Ekwuruke is Executive Director of the Development Generation Africa International.
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