Poem0008: Butterfly Effect.

We all beheld it when it began,

Someone even made a jest out of it,

We all did and laughed.

The routine went on.

The juveniles ran around the village energetically.

The young females chanted their way to the river.

The gents ploughed their ‘shambas’.

The village crazy old lady cursed on.

It cooked, simmered, for a while.

Then all at once, it poured unleashing its wrath.

It wrecked and caused havoc

To our beautiful homeland.

Blood excessively and sinfully poured.

The youngsters wailed, at the sheer sight of their departed folks.

Babies were left to wolves.

The young females suffered at the hands of their bullies,

Who left spots of blood on their thighs and causing them to walk aberrantly.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 
The sad thing is, we saw it cook and escalate.

Apathy took the best of us, ignorance maimed us.

Now in this dumpster we speak in whispers.

Having to bear the stench of carcasses scattered all over.                                                                                                                                                                                                                
The stupid two tribes!

And for what?

One of our own killed their stupid greedy cow.


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