Robert Billa Nanche
Just a pause, thunderous gunshots burst
That lacerated the earth’s chilly ears.Fear flew in the veins of all
Like a melting cloud the exodus vamoosed.
Five muscular men dogged the crowd
Recurred another
Overcharged with double cracks;
Brought down his arch- rival.
Everyone petrified, no one believed that
The natural ruler was the sanguinary.
Security men didn’t touch the untouchable.
Dudgeon stung his supporters and relatives;
Transformed them into insane dogs.
Reign is better in hell than served in heaven
Devoid of pertinacity and stratagems
Devoid of Israel.
The courageous multitude entertained.
Looking for the sanguinary and his gang
Burning down their enemy’s supporters’ opulent
Palaces on their way. Hell spat fire on earth
Then they climbed up the original home
They staggered on their sore feet
Determined not to close a wink
Until the Fon was hunted
It can’t, the stony limits, the rosy flowers
If one’s fate calls one forth.
His “holiness” drove to the pivot
With his gang and saw the intoxicated lames.Horror and hell poured red lava.
Stones pattered on his brand new Limousine.
On the third shot
Many narrowly missed death.
Some ran away but others stayed like statuses.
His proud adorned arrays moisten
The prestigious limousine went downFire destroyed everything on its way
The semi-paradise rot
As the ball-like sun descended between the hills,
Gah was pushed down like a gaoler; stark naked.In the low country’s famous spot.
When they thought of their abused wives,
Crippled bosom, lost land, stuffed ballot boxes
They tossed him like a toy
Punching and kicking him; heaping dirt on him
Urging him to descend fast
He cursed the hand that had given him wealth
To mislead his people.
A mammoth crowd had gathered downhill waiting.
An old tyre brought to help roast him alive
What a blood curdling situation
His saviour’s pleading voice echoed the lowland.