Musa's Death

An hour ago At the embassy Fleets of steels sighing Protracted protocols prying Exodus of seekers of greener pastures murmuring Hanging hangars rusting and resting Busy bees bullying deterioration Officials posses with officialdom Cabs crowing Heads heavy with thoughts Eyes lacerated with tears Wives in sack-cloths Sympathizers gulped down dry gins As the blue bird landed from the air, The remnant of his remains Descended from above Musa, Butchered in the street of London Awoh Awoh