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67. Broken branches © 1 March 2018 |
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The wind that broke the branch forced it to twist and dance before it died. And what is more, it stripped it to the core and slashed its leaves and bark, and bashed it ‘til it snapped and crashed upon the ground. Its life had gone. Death ended all the fun the wind enjoyed. The young girl danced at his command; her captor’s wish; his power; his lust; a dish; spittoon; his weekly afternoon delight. She fell quite soon. He spread her legs and shot her dead, a bullet to the head. He’ll get another bit of meat next time he goes to town. (This poem was "driven" by the abduction of 110 schoolgirls by Boko Haram in the Nigerian town of Dapchi). |