James Lisandro Jnr.
Hear them chanting, singing and dancing
Their laughter lurked beneath mourning faces
Panting like leopards on the run
With legs shaking from the thighs
Because health was lost health from the sinew,
Their deceptive smiles were hideous imperfections
With retrogressive impartations as crazy partakers
Walking round modern and mundane shrines
With intoning incantations like herbalists
Seeking healing for infections yet sowing ominous seeds
They watch the trees giving up its health and life
The recession unclipping their delight to see more dead;
They show off the joy of a slave with lie-infected tongue
Convincing his master that he speaks the truth to keep his life,
The end will not come like torrential rain
That lives in a room where hope remains as a relief material,
Doers and those who approve of ruthless offences will become
Seeds in the hand a farmer who plants in heat infested soil
And wait without hope for produces of gnashed teeth.
James Lisandro Jnr. is transformational writer who hails from the deep west of Nigeria. His works have been published on Moraks’ Blog, Palapala magazine, YNAIJA magazine and www.omojuwa.com. James is hopes that one day Africa will assume its greatness and respected.
