Gather your tools, coffin maker
Buy a ton of nails and a bale of cotton
Grease the chain saw for we shall slaughter trees
Make comfy, scented and studded coffins if possible
Peak is coming, the demand of coffins shall surpass the supply
The smell of the dead will dance in the air
The flies will camp on the dead bodies
Worms will fight for the fresh corpse
Vultures will feed on the rotten meat
Caterpillars will hatch on the dead’s blocked nostrils
The undertaker will reign and resign
He will not stand the seduction from the pretty dead ladies
He will not stand the bullying from the muscular dead men
He will not stand the innocence of the little dead kids
He will not stand the cries of the half dead people he will have to kill
The coffin maker, we are waiting for their commands
We are worshippers of men, remember?
They will spit venom and we shall swallow it smoothly
They will buy us machetes to kill our neighbors
They shall pay us to light our “Vibandas” in their demonstrations
The coffin maker, make more coffins we are approaching peak
We shall bleach their faces with battery acids
We shall evict different tribes from our village
We shall kill everyone who didn’t support our politician
We shall carry their heads in town as we sing and chant victory slogans
Coffin maker, after you have sold the coffins
The accelerators of the violence will disappear
They shall fly to abroad, and our roads to success will be cursed
They shall pay casinos and whores with what they took from us
I bet before the coffin maker makes the first coffin we will have learnt
That humanity was there before politics
That political differences should never call for clashes
We may have different tribes but same blood type
And peace will help us fix our broken pieces
©2017, #ItutorPoetry
Beautiful and poignant.
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Such an inspirational article
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