The Hollow Laughter
Would a land that devours its inhabitants
Not prefer a mass grave
To a jovial ilo?
A country is its citizens,
Not a wretched map
Drawn by a bigand.
A country breathes, laughs, eats
And drinks. A country grows
And becomes country.
Not a downcast land
Ravaged by AK47
And stuttering machine guns
Not a neighborhood-gone
A giANT is the tale,
Stinking still with death all over...
Once upon a time,
Human beings were human.
-- Obododimma Oha.
Would a land that devours its inhabitants
Not prefer a mass grave
To a jovial ilo?
A country is its citizens,
Not a wretched map
Drawn by a bigand.
A country breathes, laughs, eats
And drinks. A country grows
And becomes country.
Not a downcast land
Ravaged by AK47
And stuttering machine guns
Not a neighborhood-gone
A giANT is the tale,
Stinking still with death all over...
Once upon a time,
Human beings were human.
-- Obododimma Oha.
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