“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?’
Categories:
dispiritedness, bereavement, betrayal, death, holocaust,
Form: Narrative
I wish for memories to be doomed of all pains
To forget our flaws and falls till this breath lasts
Dispiritedness over failures drains us of worthy attains
But to bounce back with gutsy force that in time outlasts
Taking pride over our modest joys amidst rattling winter blasts
English Quintain -rhyming scheme a b a b b
July 9, 2016
Kim Merryman
Categories:
dispiritedness, joy, pain,
Form: Quintain (English)