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THEY LABOURED IN VAIN - Zara Ahaiwe
They labour in vain who labour too much...
Man's avarice led to that morning, a rainless morning!
Worshipping their creator was all that mattered!
Species trooping in like ants on a sugar mission
Each pondering on bettering thoughts
What prayers would be answered today?
Unaware that death walked side by side with a lipless smile!
Papa thinking about purchasing that new farm
Mama wondering what wrapper to buy for the August meeting
One child delighted for the holidays
Saying Mama 'school is not sweet oo'
Young'uns swallowing every priestly word for the brighter future they must have!
Death sat in a quiet corner, observing...nodding her head!
Suddenly it all went dark
Everyone's thought melted midway
Ohhh it was a dark moment!
Vacant eyes, gun-riddled blood-spattered bodies lying in unnatural angles!
Life hung in the balance
While death walked away whispering 'they labour in vain who labour too much!
(The Ozubulu Massacre)
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