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akinpeluoluyemi
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TO THE HANGMAN How I wish I had a capable tongue

TO THE HANGMAN

How I wish I had a capable tongue

And words like dagger to hurt

I would have loved to commit a crime -

against the hangman;

The one who assaults many

by his strange visions

And increases snaps

by his unknown missions.

Shall I sing a song

with angry bullets

from my volcanic gullet?

For it griefs me

To see silence in houses ;

Speaking aloud

And feel cries in the garden;

Raising alarm;

That we are called to banquets

Only to say goodbye to our birthright

And inherit the slave status!

Shall I sing a song

with angry bullets

from my volcanic gullet?

For it griefs me

To see us rising with the larks

only to head blindly to the hinterland

Of what use will our green leaves be;

If baldness robs us of our youthful years!

From dawn to dusk,

we sleep to wake and wake to sleep again

in makeshift graves.

Shall I sing a song

with angry bullets

from my volcanic gullet?

For it griefs me

To see my fellow singers -

laugh without a heart;

At our naked mother

For they found a way in the dark

that cuts them from hoping

to raise the white and green flag

with melodies of love.

Shall I sing a song

with angry bullets

from my volcanic gullet?

For it griefs me

To see them hail the tetrarch;

Whom we wail for,

because of his broken legs

We celebrate nothing

but our born again memory;

Of a beginning when we neither begged for bread

Nor borrowed from friends and foes.

Shall I sing a song

with angry bullets

from my volcanic gullet?

For it griefs me;

As my eyes twinkled

at the act of a lifeless body,

leading us through macabre steps

He lied to us and we to him

And in our lies, we flattered be

So,now I have confessed that he's the hangman;

Dancing with dry and wet skulls.

Shall I sing a song

with angry bullets

from my volcanic gullet?

For it griefs me

To see us under that bond;

That him as fast did bind

For after a little wobbling hassle,

voices will be stifled by him;

As shooting stars decide

to zoom down the dark sky;

Leaving it with no glimmer of light.

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