EAGLES AND PIGS

Let the eagles pierce the sky
And the pigs tear the earth
For now our lips remain sealed
By their thundering batons
We strive on with the unspoken
Sureness of unwanted foetus
Waiting to pop out in nine months
In nine years, or who knows,
In nine days or less
Sleep not dear chained renegades
For the sun surely sets
And the moon finds its hiding place
Yes, these arrogant flowers
Will shrivel and wither when December comes
And the raging wild fires
Will eat up their useless stalks
Now fresh and green
In preparation for the new planting season.

Copyright © 2012 Esson Alumbugu