![]() Wa-R-ainA Poem by Chebem Ike
Like a great army, the cloud marched eastward
Leaves of trees stood on edge and waved In trembling hands like sorrowful women At the departure of their soldier-husbands The moment was dull and ominous Soon we heard the flash of lightinning- The rumbling of thunder Like a clash of armory of fierce Soldiers in a sworn battle, soon The blood of water was falling from the battle field above But as always, after every rain As after every battle Some would be glad Others sad © 2015 Chebem Ike |
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