Last month I read a news story
And it has forever been in my memory
Twas about a man lynched to death by his
father’s tenant;in his own father’s territory
He was on dreadlocks
And a woman raised a false alarm“ he’s a thief,
he’s a kidnapper”
and within the twinkle of an eye, his life was at
stake
24 years he’d been overseas: 4 years before this coming, he came
but vain were the efforts to make him stay
And when he did come back, none of his family knew
but vain were the efforts to make him stay
And when he did come back, none of his family knew
He screamed and cried out her name
As the crowd gave chase
And she used to cry; longing for her son.
But just as he never knew about her death
His mother wasn't there to help
a sad painful death he died
battered to death and then thrown out to the
street
To be crushed by vehicles' wheels
As the Yoruba adage says
no
matter how long the farmer stays
“To home is the return from the farm”
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