By Tikum Mbah Azonga
We heard them scramble out and off
It was when the cock crowed twice
The sky was overcast
And bundled up in our cage we held our breath
Our voices drowned in the hissing of the crickets
Trees swayed and shook with the wind
Only the legendary peace plant stood in defiance.
We still alive, considered ourselves tough
As the unfortunate went away with their fat lies
We felt never before had the devil been so recast.
I remembered the day the French president ran out of breath
And the British premier mocked him about sour wickets
Now, I thought, I really must rescind
After all, the essence was what the Swiss call `confiance`.