Chadic lions


The chadic lions broke into our untailored roofs, swanking arrows at the bars of shattered papers.
Under the rain, cried the wailing mother
To the east and and west, cried the wailing mother
Help oh, her begotten children swaying to the south, filling in cups of sang liquid
They swallowed blames and couldn't stop what they have started.
Holding each arrows in disdain
We heard the earth tremble under the conquering feet of the athletes.
Those were the times when the whip sighed and rend a man's living flesh.
And within us the whip raised a cry of rage