BOURNVITA REVOLUTION PART III
as the ebbing fog during fall gave a glimpse of the summit of the chariot of the gods/
he saw descending and alighting at its pinnacle efasa incarnate:
fiery volcano sparks flared up licking the gloomy sky as he strode on familiar ground/
– wisened and wizened
planting his staff on the charred apex/
looming over cameroes/
he wept:
– regretting for missteps of the past
he who propped up the great kuva to lay siege and rout gravenreuth at the foot of fako, gbea/
whose worth no tongue can tell, where it all began/
picking up steam in the bafut, mankon and nsaw savannah hinterlands.
rippling at the banks of the wouri as manga-ngosso went nobly to the gallows/
rustling in the forests and coastline of the south as samba and madola faced the shutztruppe/
echoing in scarped undulating bangwa and bamileke kontri as asonganyi left palatial comfort for discomfort of exile/
blustering across the sahel as the lamidos of mindif and kalfu went to the stake/
he wept:
– regretting a mestatasizing perfidy that has turned heroic shields into craven bucklers.
lately turning ploughshares into ploughs against the other/
turning pruning hooks into spears against each other.