Thursday, 20 September 2012

MONKEYS FED HIM





It was monkeys that fed him
When his teenage mother threw him
To die, unwanted child
Product of a licking condom,

It was he who held the linguist staff
Of our clan’s chief, speaking in idioms
Twisting alphabetical arrangements
To the delight of human ears;
And all applauded his wisdom

It he whose soft stomach
Promoted human children into
Halls of stethoscopic academia,
Linguists of our Chief Justice
And we held him high
Composing of him, eulogies.

Today, his image hangs
Hanging under an umbrella
On giant billboards in this same place
Where once we sang his name in appellations
Today, we point our left hands
Into his face, spat under his feet
And bathed him in our phlegm
Asking who his parents could possibly be
And who could in the first and second and third place
Have given him his thumb to share in that Chamber of that House?

It was monkeys that fed him
Now that we know!

12/01/2012 Mafi Kumase

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