Sonnet Mondal

They attack with the guerrilla style.
Eyes become one with the interstices between jungle leaves
dancing a tribal dance of death
and when the real predator looks in your eyes
you will realise
its race is what we call human.

Swamps as hungry as African rivers
abound in dead bodies.
The starving crocs discard them.
They have peeped,
rising heads from the
calm river beds
to watch the poison of African wars, drugs
and unkindness being poured in those bodies.
The hairs of the African lions have grown thick
to cover the ears from sounds of bullets
and cries of orphans.

Those fighting like war dogs are not enemies;
they are rebels supported by a civilization
crushed by a juggernaut.

The men in force wanted their ladies
as a promise to protect them and now
the rebellion starts as a sound of a canon fire
in the darkest parts of Africa.

Soldiers and rebels renamed as
predators and survivors
struggle to see their own Africa.

©2012 This work is the property of the author.


Posted on July 10, 2012, in POETRY, Sonnet Mondal and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. MM welcomes Sonnet Mondal to the list. This is powerful piece and a brave subject to tackle. There are more poems to come from this fine poet.

  2. That was a tough read. Worth it, but tough.

  3. Really dark but very good

  4. If only Rudyard Kipling with his child’s Jungle Book or Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness
    could see the African reality in this century by Sonnet Mondal.

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