Canny Amah Poet I do not know?

Cockrels Before the Sleeping Gods

(letters to my presido-elect): iii

& native cockrels
wept 
we wept out loud prayers
to sleeping deities –

& the decades saw the rivers
the current of flowing tears
the fifty long  years
of flowing tears
of varied injury hours –

& we filed out
like cattle for slaughter
the slaughter of the daughters
the daughters of the fathers
the fathers of the ancients
the ancients of the soil –

& we came 
awaiting
the replies
of mid-night gods!

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Joseph Osita April 22, 2011 at 5:45 AM Deep thoughts are buriend in your words.I like the way you write