Bye bye! My crawling dark black brother’s echoes,
Children and mothers moping in surprise,
The tree raising their heads to look forward,
The sky frowns at its unwanted visitor.
I can see a fish!
No, it’s a bird, but can’t move its wings,
Or is it the gods messangers?
These messengers; if really they are.
As u can fly like a bird?
Carrying people on your back.
Can u take this message to the gods?
Drop it by their windows, if u can’t stop.
Tell them we are dying of abundant scarcity,
Tell them electorates are slaves in the hand of the elect,
And that poverty has over throned us,
Let them send a savior to redeem us,
Fly, bird, fly! Fly far away,
Go hide under the cloud,
Take pity and pass this message,
For sorrow, agony and tears has taken over us.