Defeated, not defeated
.
Screams, Sighings, groanings
I heard in whispers as it echoes in my soul
Fallen! We are, on the battlefield
Like an egg, smashed on a rocky surface
Our fate now decided by our foes
.
Cries I heard,
As the thrust of spears move through our hearts
Clattering of swords echoes, and vibrated off our arms
Waters I drank,
That flows from my eyes alongside with blood from
My veins
Defeated we are! Captives we are!
.
Our women married off like harlots without bride price
Our sons led off to slaughter like cows in the abattoir
Our gods disregard like a king, naked in the market
.
We are defeated, but not defeated
For mothers will name their sons after us!
Men we bow and worship us like gods in temples!
Girls will scream our names when their lover excite them
Wives will sing our names when they gaze their pot of Bush meats
For we are only defeated, not defeated.
.
Balogun David Tolulope
(drunk poet)
©️🍶✍️2017
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