Drummed
A cow in the kitchen
A cow in the bedroom
is the woman once loved
and venerated by fiancee
but drummed as a drum
She tills the land she owns not
and reproduces for drummers
she is the machine of pleasure
never greased, rarely thanked
She is dry cow-hide available
for drumming as ancient drum
of grandfather’s times
the right to drum with sticks
and even with bottles, cutters
the right to milk without feeding
is a right of the man called husband
Yes, whenever man’s hands itch
he has freedom to play the drum
available in the kitchen, bedroom
as he scatters his lips in satisfaction
Drummed here in Africa for ages
molested around the world for fun
is the woman, the queen of life
whose tears, blood gashes for joy
of those who play her as drum
believing she’s semi-human
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017
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