To A Dying People by Jerry King Nwobodo

TO A DYING PEOPLE

I see people standing high and flurry
Hairs dyed in green
They overlook the bluely horizon
In skies filled with wide patches of white.

I see people dancing shoulder to shoulder
To music whispers of the great beyond
They stay woke guarding the realm
Awake at day more attentive at night.

I see people stationed in sand
They are fastened to their ankles deep
Come tropic rains or arid shine
They remain observed at their greenly post.

I see people bearing fruit
Letting dwarfs steal their precious meat
Pregnant birds giving child in their flurry arms
Creeping things finding safety during rain.

I see giant people eaten and chewed
Burning and hewn in pieces and silenced
Sent to far lands for timber and fire
Colouring the land green and becoming giants again.

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