not so funny, brother

Written by: Canny Amah

not so funny, brother
when the bitter pills
of undue death
hit the rain-leaked roofs -
when the bomb-buried legs
shoot out 
fearing for the unready burial -
when the pregnant woman
in dying curses the unborn
child from afflictions 
& impositions of poverty -
then 'tis then
that a toad runs at noon for naught!