We fear no Guns! / Poem by Nnane Anna NTUBE

Poem by Nnane Anna NTUBE

 

We fear no Guns!

We fear no Guns!
Guns cooked this anthem and flag
We live with Guns
Their staccato is our alarm at dawn
And melodies for our sleep

We eat with Guns
Oh the trembling of our pale lips
As we breathe their stringent fart everyday long

We fear no Guns!

We fear no Guns!
Our brothers intercourse them in bed,
While our fathers fondle them like how they pluck our virginity

We eat guns.
The mud we swallow in a basin of food stock in our mouths
We munch grenades and belch out war in our slums
Guns are castrating our peace

We fear no Guns!

Guns are our concubines
They give birth to children of war
Children reared in their cold bellies and poverty sadden shanties

We praise Guns
Guns of revolution that turned bitter,
Guns of freedom still born

We fear no Guns!

Guns, the rhythm and song of villages,
Guns, the another child of the another
Guns, African infectious disease
We are born warlords and warladies

We do not fear Guns!

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