MAYHEM HEADS-MEN
My eyes are empty & drained of tears
Now blood dripping through my nose
Couldn't breath, for my mouth now holds
Blazing hot water like an electric kettle
I can feel the smoke escaping through
The opening pores of my melting body
May be I just got burnt like a thick bush
Whose trees are hindrance to the rustic
I am that Christmas chicken, goat & cow
That got beheaded and die prematurely
In the hands of my brute & inhuman lovers
For my lovers love are acute-edged swords
That tear my flesh apart with sensual touches
I am that arable farmer with a shepherd lover
Whose love is to watch me grope in darkness
Combing for the death that killed my ancestors
On the farm, despite we are one "farm-meal-ly"
How do I separate my shadow from darkness
Without the sun as the ultimate source of light?
When my phantom is my death that wears the
Body of a manslaughter chopping my head off.
I know of a farm that turned abattoir overnight,
Where herdsmen turned "Heads-men" at dawn,
For they now see every farmer as a cattle, worthy
To be butchered into pieces like sacrificial meats.
©® Jamiu Ahmed
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