I drink hungry voices
Flowing from sad streams
Bitterly marching into rivers,
Voices, melting rocks and bulky bombs,
Hissing from mountains top
Angry from oceans belly
Crying like rain drops
Frying from sun’s kitchen
Conjuring in the air
With sweaty faces
Bearing shattered hopes
Written on stony skins
Converging to take laws into their hands
As the system has failed them…
Voices! When shall you explode?
Let me be your drummer.
Copyright: Adjekpagbon Blessed Mudiaga
(Written April 28, 2012)
