Dead Dog

DEAD DOG

For decades this dung fouls the air
Sabotaging our sniffs of the dew scents

The peace we know had risen against us
Standing on our toes like a prodigal Son

Calling from Afghanistan to Pakistan
Dirges for our generation

It has been long, it has been painful
And endlessly, there was one thing

Everywhere of our nooks
His calls sounds bells of hell

His quests smells like blood
Splashing it on every white tomb

Not knowing he exalts martyrs bones
They died in blood of ice

Cold and innocent
Ah, Ah, Ah! those bullets

Thanks he took the last roullette
The end of Osama

A birth of a Lion King, the reign of Obama
Dear world, Offer me a gourd of palm wine

To plead the fishes to mourn him to eternity 
Till father grant him a final hearing

As I wait for his reincarnated soul.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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May 7, 2011 at 6:09 PM
humm,, interesting... thanks for sharing... have a nice mothers day...p.d.
Mehta Avatar
May 7, 2011 at 11:23 AM
Very intriguing and awesome write on dead Dog, Lamptey
Amadore Avatar
May 7, 2011 at 8:48 AM
I am puzzled by your listing this as a haiku...but no matter; I am puzzled more by the content, although many of the lines do contain creative and evocative wording...you do show that you have talent.
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