Engulfed By By a Tsunami

“Buzz buzz”, the anopheles shrilled the night As with hunger on grasses, they slumbered without light Babies, held against skeleton milkless breasts And gnashing teeth, the men in dispiritedness beat their chests. The greybearded simply await their knell to toll And in agony, the brisk and spry watch their fall As they, starving, grow thinner and thinner Fully aware they would grace the coyote’s dinner. Kwakwa, my village smokes no longer Deserted of people and animals even to the border For the peasant farmers of this poor village Now repose at the mercy of Biya’s heinous rage Pa Bossom’s charred body graced the stake For being asleep while others, awake Beholding red, took to their reliable heels As bullets battered the meek and echoed over the hills From Bamenda to Buea I now repose For my life has no purpose As biya’s gun dictate when I flex Myself, I keep asking ‘when would I be next?’