A CALL OF WAR - By Ogunyomi Israel Abidemi

We would fight our war tomorrow

After the skies would have mellowed

The anger of the earth.

So when we start,

Ancient skulls in the omasum

Of the earth could feel

The rhythms of our marching feet.

Harken, O ye gore-thirsty warriors,

Hankering here and there

To grab the tail of revenge;

Let your palms be on the necks of your foes,

And your firm feet make a complex compact with the earth,

So she dodges not your ebullience her cheerful chest.

Raise an emissary to those on the other side,

Olakaaye; that the night is older than the moon.

Tell them to tell their children,

Dead millipedes make cheap rings

On the fingers of the earth;

And their children, their children,

Vultures, young or old, are all baldish.