Fallen by gin and smoke
I lie half-asleep
On the fringe of my dreams
Grinning,
Half-dreaming,
My certificates my pillow.
She appear in my half-dream
And frown at my state.
She died heartbroken
When penury persisted.
Father and mother died,
Siblings also died
Heartbroken.
Children retreated to whence they come.
Hoot of horns rouse me to realism,
Emperor’s emissaries enter enclave of hate,
They consort with nihilists
And murder those murdered,
They wound the wounded.
Like bulls enraged
Agberos roam with rage,
“We no go gree” climb to crescendo.
