The Witch Children of the Delta
Nigeria,
your branches are broken
and burned
because of the two gods;
for having both
is one too many.
The first deemed
our nuisances are means of meager
children riding broomsticks.
Ignorance is a spread
for Helen and her four-nineteen.
In our branches are fruits
for tomorrow;
their faces, the suns on delta.
When they came
with Messiah,
a god and eyes to see
our branches with faces that shine
like suns on delta,
we were given a true name
but he came with them;
the one who is differing.
He came with Helen
and cursed your branches;
you can’t see the fruits in them.
A god can be used;
they are not that invincible.
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