Big Battering Blast (1)
The year was young
Our woes were old
The day went unfazed
By the harmattan haze
Then came the wails of a lampless night
When supper lost its way to penniless homes
And the night masticated the moon
Like a hapless morsel
The minaret was mum
The bell tower stayed forlorn
In its tongueless height
The wind wound a whisper
Round the restless lips of absent horns
Pigeons coed ceaselessly in their little holes……
And suddenly, so suddenly,
A blast, a big, battering blast
And the evening’s uneasy quiet
Was shattered into a thousand bewildering shreds
The ground shook beneath our feet
Solid mansions crumbled like cardboard boxes
Flipped luxury cars littered the streets
Like piles of scrap yard junk
The road is a running tale
Of broken glass and mangled metal