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Was there a country?

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A torn wrapper and creaking bed
Was what your better-half left
A widow forced not to weep
Yet you muffled sounds
Familiar buttocks sat upon your trachea
No air! You can't breathe or speak
Through the tunnel you pushed your head

Malnourished legs strive to balance
Gravity pulls them to the ground
Red earth licks your feet
It's a ploy
She lures you into quicksand's arms

Your co-wife despises you
She gifts you a load of care
On your feeble neck
Poisoned leaves dipped in honey
Your flesh is the game
The arrows are drawn

Was it through the wilderness you eloped?
Into your children she dug her claws
Claws sharper than an eagle's
Those beautiful eyeballs went blind and sore
Venom from her fangs leaked into their blood stream
The yellow sun's blood that spilled into the 1966 red stream

Starved bloated bodies and livers
Bullet riddled frames that makes the spine shiver
On the altar of genocide
National genes could not stand side by side
Your sons laid painted in ointment of brutality
A naked woman cupping her breast
You could not that sacrifice arrest

Your co-wife saved your offspring and hid them in hollows
But digging hollows are cost
It cost a holocaust
Accompanied by a pogrommed programme
Weighed hatred and destruction that bankrupted grammes

I awake and seek you
Did you outlive the outbreak?
A new broom swept the whole place
Was the dirt packed under your skirt?
Was there really a country?

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