The Swallows

The Swallows Like dotted foreheads of women, our land was dotted with swallows; They had rap dances on the farmers’ ploughs and bulls’ yokes in the field With feathery steps to the toilers’ footsteps till the land was filled with yield. The harvest saw them fluttering about in mirth, mating and birthing new fellows. When fields became housing colonies and farmers became paupers, the swallows Too became refugees like humans without legs; their nakedness had no shield; Their songs had no listeners; past pulled their todays as the future feared to yield And stood still; droves and droves migrated towards pastures new with few fellows. Gone were our dreams when mobile tower antennas began lynching us so much; Much horror followed when fatal ‘hellos’ just snapped our lives like winged sparks; Magnets and rays radiated fatwas to our stagnant gen; we flew away and away Searching for abodes to perch safely and to have a rap once again, but a touch On the tout corporate wires across fields make us cuddle our legs like fail marks And fold our wings like feather blazers; fear of life drives us, to die, away, and away.