A Poem: Night falls in Kanweaken
Night falls in Kanweaken
ralph geeplay
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As night falls the sun
placates
its far-flung self faded
Then wives having fought
their day’s battle filed
Themselves fatigued like
Militia on the petite village road
Heavenwards
look they hunt God
Their kinjas slightly
poised on their heads
They march with regal posture
As wanting Youngs
Bend
their backs
Like leaves to branches
Their inundated perturbed hearts
For yearning, for
Craving to do more–
But
little else can
they bid but breast milk
Husbands stroll behind meek
Speaking in the
Murmurs only men can lick
Wielding
spiky cutlasses they whip
Their backs and legs to keep
The tsetse flies away steep
As night falls in the jungle deep
In the rain forest hush
Night
falls hurriedly in Kanweaken!!
And now then only the chirp chirp
of the pepper bird resonates
Wives matter little else
But the new rice fields
They
howl for cause to clouds
Offspring swathe their backs
utter soft moans
Thunders knock the skies!
The wrath of heaven roars
This
was the new day
What was has vanished
this now is famine
The locust came and razed,
The village lies in tatter
This
after the wars—
all smiles gone and
Behind them a smoke
rise to the the heavens
From
The slash and burn
