By JK Bannavti
Bugle of the muzzled and lyre of the hurting fools
Milk of the starved and spring in the scourging noon
Path of the legless and staff of the blind
Machete of our fathers and warrior with the prize
Shower of Munchi Doga and grace of the hunchback
Pain of Ednouay and dread of Adinginging
Rain in his wedding and urine in his wine
Eye in his cupboard and fangs on his crimes
Reviled visitor, it is night
The beast is on rampage
Beast of no nation
“For what?” you ask
Aye, MY pound of flesh!
Who gave you knowledge?
Who showed you MY rituals?
Who showed you MY bedroom?
Who showed you MY mobile bank?
Who showed you MY harem of women?
Who showed you MY pillage of the hunchback?
Who showed you MY fleets, MY trips, MY flock, MY stars, MY moons?
You send night soil men to leave dung on MY red carpet
You let them foul the air right in front of YOUR revered chief
You let them break MY serenity with their HOARSE voices
You disturb MY lunch with the cries of hunchbackers
You refuse you bombed the Mungo bridge
You refuse you were caught red-handed
You gave munchi doga directions to Ednouay
My most holy Adinginging, creator of shrimps and crabs
Listen if you ever have ears
This one lying here is not me
I was gone before you showed up
Cut down all the shrubs on the walls of the Mountain
Divert the Mungo so it flows not through my heart
Clear the clouds over the kilum
Now gather all the first males in the hunchback
Blast their skulls for your noontime fun
Gather everything that gives birth in that land
Roast it alive to make sure all is gone
Smash the Chong and the Takumbeng
Burn the pumpkin
Break the calabash
Now turn around, you beast of no nation!
Do you see the desert you have created?
Are you satisfied?
Are you ready?
Now watch out for the rolling boulders
The dance of the mountains just started
They will soon vomit fire
Watch out for the spills of Nyos
Mon cher beast of no nation
See how shallow thou art?
Now you stumble and scamper
You mighty beast on rampage
At the sight of only one boulder
The dance only just started.
New York
March, 2007
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