A Letter To the Humans
We, are your friends
We spend each and every day with you including the weekends
Become your griots in the night, singing close to your eardrums
Our race love to dance, but you pretend to clap at us when our death is what you intend
How distasteful, the way a human pretends
Can’t you see, we love you so much that we come kiss your skin
We suck your blood so we can be related by kin
But you always show us hate with water dust and dirty air that make our heads spin
You want our race extinct yet you keep stagnant dirty water, open garbage and trash bins
This is a hypocritical irony as you commit major sins
Like murdering my mum, suffocated dad and my brother and broke my sister's wing pin
Why must you show us so much hate forgetting how long our relationship has been
In vengeance, we will stuff you with malaria and watch you fight a war that you can’t easily win
You lose sight of the fact that it’s for each other we are made
You make dark and dirty dwellings for us and we become the reason why most of your doctors a getting paid
So, treat us better when we come close to you or your bed
And don’t make the sound of your clap be to the music of our death
Until you agree and show us that these our simple rules, you would not bend
We shall continue to fight in this bloody war, to the very end.
sign: the Quitoes
Copyright © Abdoullah Jaiteh | Year Posted 2017
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