Villagers by Akinwale Peace

©Akinwale Peace

Villagers.

We're of same root as the Iroko tree:
We once stood unwavering as of Haiti,
We're of same root as the Iroko tree,
We once stood as the sky stands on the sea.
Until you sold our lands all overseas,
And you told us things are your oversees'
But the fact was hidden behind the streams,
Behind the clouds, you stood and rained poisons.

We're of same root as the Iroko tree,
We're of same mother with precious calm seeds,
We're of same lineage, same gods of the streams,
We're of one clan, united of a seed.
We're villagers treated as strangers' kin,
We're villagers treated as dealers' kin,
We're villagers seen as town criers' kin,
Have we reached the Ichabod of our sins?

"words from the innocent mind"
                Philip Peace
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