Some eat before they sit

But I hop on shortened limbs to

The smell of our money in their pockets.

Do you sit while you eat?

Now that those vultures are hovering

Again

Over our rotting patience,

Wriggling to the music of their drumsticks

On our flattening bellies.

Libya, Sierra Leone, Congo - were good

But not enough

Last night we went out, all of us

Then they came at us, a crack of them.

The crusty earth drank enough of us

Even the thirsty flag too

Didn't they hurl those pellets at the

Felled pillars that shook tomorrow?

Still, the vultures cannot wait for long

They must feed soon.

So, let your left ear plug the right eye

Let those cranky hands and legs know their differences

While the butt flutters incoherent whimper to

The amusement of a comatose head

This is all good

The vultures must be served their meals

Today.
© FrancisUdo