Their Bloods Speak of Their Pain

THEIR BLOOD SPEAK OF PAINS My teeth clapped in tears In my wobbled mouth The sky darkened at noon Words eluded my dried mouth As I watched their bodies sprayed In the crowded street with people Gathered in pains, weeping and groaning They stood alerted, each watching his back Hell on earth, death flaps it happy wings Yet another feast for the vultures Yet another works of the holigans Who says western education is a sin They never mind the ground who is Satisfied already but bomb and kill. Their blood speak of their pains As it goes down the gutter in agony Mother earth wept at the lost of beloved Children who ought have conquer and Rule in relation to the nature's call.