THE HAWKS

From the crypt of our lonely rocks,
in bulks comes these terror hawks.

Here and there they are
not so high
in our smiling noon sky, there they fly.

their eyes_a gloomy glow of horror;
pointed at our lasses
is their crooked fingers and claws.

Right before our aghast eyes,
they clang and sunk their claws and  fingers
into the shivery shoulders of our GIRLS

off to their bloodcurdling cave,
they hurriedly wave.

ye ehhhh!!!
E gba wa ooo!
Abike oo Anike oooo Ashake ooo
our daughters ooooo

mamas deserting their wrappers
dizzy,giddy, their entire bodies
on the surface of the sod
with their swarthy thigh flapping in the mud.

papas_with a daze in their gaze
up and down,they blankly pace
with their caps flying in the swirling wind.

Tears of blood rolling down our chicks
as we bend on our knees
holding our bleeding chest
vomiting our wounded hearts.

Those fragile creatures are our future treasures

oh! Our virgin Marias

fastened around their waists like beads
is the seeds of cowries;
our dowry......

in their innocent wombs is the tube
of the defenseless embryos
of our future queens, emperors and kings.

bring back our girls,bring back those jewels;
a freedom song in the tongues of our caged birds

Our Caesars,
gather your wounded wings, fly like a raven
into the profound of their cafe

bring home our girls__save
for their virgin wombs is the pregnancy of our unborn future
slavery is not an iron beads
that befits the necks of these future creatures
they are the emblems that will inherit our image, our literature.