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Poetry - Pain & Suffering
Written by Olumide Akinwunmi-Oke, Poet   
Thursday, 07 January 2010 18:24

A Hutu hand polishes
The smooth Yankee bullet
And canters the French artillery
 
The Tutsi saliva
Lubricates the Russian rifle
And cuddles the cockney cannon


 
Fires…
 
Squeals…
 
 
Deaths…
 
Spent
And gored
They flew in water
To douse the fires
 
They lathered their palms
To calm the squeals
They dug up the trenches
And buried the bodies, free
 
Still
They pried the contract
From beaten victors
 
Cartridges
Corned beef
And rifles…
 
And took it home
In the plane
That brought the water.
 

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