BADME

The saliva of the drummers
Energise pen pushers with gusto
Providing platforms for the drummers
As they invade boxes and nets worldwide with glee.

Pen pushers pen their way across the mirage
Transporting their catch across frontiers
As the vibes from the drummers make their day
The drummers fight for the barren prize of Badme

Through the cracks in the wall
Pen pushers, Peacekeepers peek,
As the drummers work a furious frenzy
Polluting the air with furious rhythms.

Hunger, starvation and disease take center stage
Challenging the drummers to beat them out
As they gyrate to the rhythm of death
The lands mourn the darkening cloud.

The people drink from the fountain of misery
Of the stinking sweat of the drummers
The drummers drink the peoples’ blood
Peacekeepers sit in limbo quiet furiously.

The stench from the drummers’ mouth
Pollute and clog bloodways and capillaries
Suffocating and eclipsing vision and horizon
As the living dead party on the streets.

Peacekeepers peace momentarily disrupted.
Diplomacy and subterfuge mingle furiously.
As righteous indignation clog the airways!
Fuel and Food rations disrupted furiously!

Carefully crafted credos assault the knack
Barely bruising the drummers nag
As they drum their fleshy chest
In contempt of the peoples’ throes.

One of two brothers now foes
Hold intermediaries hostage?
Internal strife weakens bold
As drummers strain to be heard.

Silence. Silence. Silence! we pray brothers
These drums of war become.
Open your gate to the future
Let the children hunt.

Inaju
Ethiopia. March. 08