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

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