Fear At the Crossroads
I
look
to
the
right
two
hundred
elephants
raise
a
cloud
of
dust
i
look
to
the
left
two
hundred
buffaloes
knock
their
horns
together.
I
look
straight
ahead
two
hundred
weaver
bird
fly
off
piripijapijapi
Death
is
in
the
forest
dressed
in
black.
Midnightg.
Like
a
cloud,
shadows
the
earth.
Danger
lies
in
wait
on
every
side.
But
the
brave
priest
can
stop
two
hundred
buffaloes,
The
brave
priest.
can
control
two
hundred
weaver
bird.
Copyright © Muhammad Abdullahi | Year Posted 2013
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