The Land Was Green (poem)

When they came
They sowed the upper seed
They sowed the lower seed
They reared malevolence
They awoke discontent
And left strife in the air

Then brothers brought down their own
Then vultures met their gluttonous crave
Then dogs picked the bones, souls without grave
And the land manued on innocent blood

The survived farm the fallowed land
The victor rule on the shoulder of the vanquished
The land echoe the pain of the slaughtered
But they that came left, or did they?
Ah, no they left a long leash to the neck of the victor

When they pull
Again it's like when they came
The victor will roar his glee
And the vanquished will remember his defeat

©Jude Ifeme


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