EAGLES AND PIGS

Written by: Esson Alumbugu

Let the eagles pierce the sky
And the pigs tear the earth
For now our lips remain 
sealed
By their thundering batons.
We strive on with the 
unspoken
Sureness of unwanted 
foetus
Waiting to pop out in nine 
months
In nine years, or who 
knows, 
In nine days or less.
Sleep not dear bleeding 
renegades
For the sun surely sets
And the moon finds its 
hiding place.
Yes, these arrogant flowers
Will shrivel and wither when 
December comes
And the raging wild fires
Will eat up their useless 
stalks
Now fresh and green
In preparation for the new 
planting season.