OKONKWO'S MURDER

Execution of good innocent men by bad ruthless leaders

I saw the murderer
The heartless killer
He was paid or else in rave
He came in through an enclave
The unguarded opening
A pinhole nuzzle of the thatch
In the middle of the night
The air was cool
Some rock music low
And a low tune of a noisy drumming
The sky was blank
The leaves calm
There was no sound of any other
But the clock ticking fast
And heavily ticking too
The mosquitoes hummed
Of course they were a welcome guest
The room was dark
But for the glow of a kerosene lamp
By the corner of the cave
The executioner crept in
Slowly towards a dry bamboo bed
Where a man's wretched bones lay
There was nothing to show for it
But a hard breathe of a tired spirit
Almost a snore
And the cracking of the bed
As he made his body sway
The executioner came by
Armed with a butcher knife
The devil's sword, a sickle
And before the execution
He was successful, so he thought
Standing by the wretched bed
In his eyes were passions of wrath
Disdain in each breathe he drew
And as he smiled,
Nothing could make you know
But a thick red tongue
That spoke only murder
And death and killing
Murder in cold blood
Aaaaahhhh!
The clock ticked no more
And breathing heard no more
The sound of the music was gone
The sky still blank
The air void
The sound of the drumming increased
And horror spoke!
The killer stumbled out of the thatch
With blood patches over his face
His hands dripping red liquid
His wrapper soaked.
And Okoknkwo's body lay
Flat, dumb and motionless
But without a head
On a three legged bed.

Author's Note

Was the man good and the killer a leader? You may never tell unless you read between the lines.