GIANT BIRDS
Knock at every door,
Shout to every ear,
Whisper loudly and tell them:
“The giant birds have arrived
to kill the innocent fish,
trap them in their nets,
and eat them with greed.”
Reach to every heart,
and cool down the hearts,
for the war hurts
and the innocent fish dies.
Tell them: The giant birds are here,
to conquer our water
and eat our sea food
with greed.
Prophesied and analyzed,
In many yester years gone by,
While the fish laughed and laughed.
But now, they cry and cry…It’s urgent.
Tell them to listen,
Hear the message from above.
They come with sharp beaks,
Ready for anything.
The claws are sharp,
They can enslave them.
Have strong backup from beneath,
Call for the waters’ breadth.
Hide below the rocks,
Gather enough food,
Have enough skills,
Prepare for the battle:
Here they come.
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Big up….this is good
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This is really cool
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That is nice continue with the same spirit
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That’s nice
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That’s nice
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Enlightening poetry that is
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Keep up the spirit
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Woah…while the fish laughed and laughed. But know they cry and cry…Favourite lines
Where are more. Awesome poetry.. Really really goood.
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Favorite lines, While the fish laughed and laughed.
But now, they cry and cry…It’s urgent.
More please. This is a good piece
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Hello Beatrice. I like the thematic approach of this poem. Speaking about grabbing of resources by the rich or those who wield power just like what happens in “Kidege”. We could also give this poem a different interpretation that captures what happened when the colonial settler came to our land and grabbed the so called “white highlands” leaving the natives in overpopulated villages with unproductive land…in this interpretation, the giant birds would represent the white colonialists and the innocent fish being devoured are the Africans whose blood and sweat were devoured by the colonialists. This second interpretation would seem stronger especially because of the following lines:
stanza 3: line 1&2
stanza 4: line 4
Well done.
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I happen to love poetry…last week on 21st March, the world celebrated World Poetry Day. I happened to have shared one of my poetic pieces to a few friends. Here is the poem I wrote in 2013.:
Prick my Soul
The lull: this sweet slumber;
Comfort and contentment.
Days are born, they grow old
and pave the way for more;
The sun rises from the East
We are assured it will set
Thus setting the routine
And with it, our souls are at home:
Deep, deep, deep inside
the ominous grip
That stifles and smothers.
Thus slowly we drift
Our souls apart we rift
Now in darkness we grope
Deep in devastation’s grip
We kiss and fondle
With the powers of darkness
We cannot handle.
A little taste of bribe here
Some little pinch of incest there
Half a glass of fornication
Leading to spiritual transgression
Immortalized by this rebellion
Against the Holy Powers of creation.
Our souls, gradually soak
Into a stupor of drunkenness
That invites indelible iniquity.
We adore idolatry
And immortalize bigotry
So much we detest purity
And lampoon Godliness:
Perfect mood of mayhem
is our souls lull that blinds.
So prick my soul dear Lord
Let me not find solace
In this pandemonium
But accept my atonement.
© Onsarigo 2013
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Nice poetry this really ignites the spirit of poetry
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