Posted by: zebbook | January 17, 2012

The Song of Sacrifice

The hut at the back of the palace is my abode

And from there many evils my eyes have beheld

The bastion bubbles with depravity

The village rumbles with rarity

So stand on the porticoes of your ritzy castles

          And sing to me about sacrifice

The king and his chiefs are having a feast

While the future of the land hangs in balance

This year’s harvest is the worst in history

The people stricken by hunger as if by thunder

So stuff your belly with sweet delicacies

          Stand on the porticoes of your ritzy castles

          And sing to me about sacrifice

The skies have refused to cry upon the land

The people groan aloud under the weight of drought

So the royal jugs are filled with wine

To stupor the king drinks every other night

So pour whiskey down your sacred throats

          Stuff your bellies with sweet delicacies

          Stand on the porticoes of your ritzy castles

          And sing to me about sacrifice

A man with his wife has the oracle forbidden

So the gods may be appeased and favour the land

I saw the king lure a woman into his chamber

The wife of the guard at the top of the tower

So lay down amidst smooth-skinned virgins

           Pour whiskey down your sacred throats

           Stuff your bellies with sweet delicacies

           Stand on the porticoes of your ritzy castles

           And sing to me about sacrifice

Bags of gold lay stored up in royal rooms

Into which pound-foolish hands dip unrestrained

While a workman could scarcely get his wage

Penury covers the land like haze in harmattan

So fill your purses with freshly minted coins

          Lay down amidst smooth-skinned virgins

          Pour whiskey down your sacred throats

          Stuff your bellies with sweet delicacies

          Stand on the porticoes of your ritzy castles

          And sing to me about sacrifice

Women in tattered wrappers look on in unending grief

As their naked children scavenge with pigs nearby

The prince rides past in his iridescent apparel

Royal wardrobes are filled with unworn garments

So clothe yourselves in grandiose attires

           Fill your purses with freshly minted coins

           Lay down amidst smooth-skinned virgins

           Pour whiskey down your sacred throats

           Stuff your bellies with sweet delicacies

           Stand on the porticoes of your ritzy castles

           And sing to me about sacrifice

You steal my cow and placate me with a frog

My tolerance for your profligacy wears thinner daily

“The poor people do not understand it” you said

“The rich people will not understand it” I say

So sing me now your song of sacrifice

And in time I will sing you my song of mutiny

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Responses

  1. Solid writings, obviosly ur inspiring me to write

    • Arggh Doctor D, I am just following in your footsteps Sir

  2. Awesome poem. Hits d naik on the head…I absolutely love it. Permission to share link pls?

    • Azeenarh, permission granted without restrain Sis, and extended to future posts.

  3. Wonderful! Just speechless!

    • THank you Sir, I am humbled

  4. Good one my friend, pls dont be tired, write on, write on. My comrade.

    • Thank you Sir

  5. Reblogged this on Archippus' Blog.

  6. beautiful piece.keep it up man.

  7. Bukola, this is fantastic and proverbial.
    Keep it up, pal

  8. Such an incredible piece! Well structured & written… Thumbs up

  9. Precise and thought provking! Sing it to them,those in high places of power. Is just six foot below,we shall all return. Nice poem!

  10. Correct!


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