The Land Was Green (poem)
When they came They sowed the upper seed They sowed the lower seed They reared malevolence They awoke discontent And left strife in the air Then brothers brought down their own Then vultures met their gluttonous crave Then dogs picked the bones, souls without grave And the land manued on innocent blood The survived farm the fallowed land The victor rule on the shoulder of the vanquished The land echoe the pain of the slaughtered But they that came left, or did they? Ah, no they left a long leash to the neck of the victor When they pull Again it's like when they came The victor will roar his glee And the vanquished will remember his defeat ©Jude Ifeme