A Poem: Critical Bones & Dry Tears!
Critical bones to the marrows
With full loads in wheel barrows
The bad workmen with their tools
Quarrelling in their risky pools
Hands, legs, and throats cut put
For the dancehall show on stage butt
Confusion roars in its loud shame
Babies’ helter-skelter homely fame
Wounded warriors lay on grassy woods
With loaded hearts full of teary moods
Gun fires aloud into sky heights
In dreams of conquering victory mights
Large bodily cuts on innocent heads
Aggressors at loose in spider webs
Tyranny dances fancy loose
With its ugly reign of spiteful abuse
Its creeping canopy in shady shades
Bashing a whole nation by loud grenades
By Yero