Dancing Waters

Dancing Waters They drop like leaves They cut themselves like Branches They transfer their heart to their back They paint themselves in red The guns and boots are resurrected They tattoo the ground with their footprints They create a black cloud in the Atmosphere Tears Flow like the Saskatchewan River They feed themselves to the mouths of the earth They beat the drums of discord They chants the songs of hatred They dance to the tunes of their misguided conscience They sting themselves like buzzing bees Stitches and needles waiting to sew the clothes of mourning under the morning sun Black and white costumes filling the earth with their unending tears They dry their tears under the consoling arms of sympathisers They wear an expression of remorse They set their conscious free from the shackles of war Author: Ginikachi Obah