MEN UP IN ARMS

By Tikum Mbah Azonga

He was raving mad
And I could understand him
For the Sabre rattling cabal
Had gone too far
Not down stream
But up stream.

Or was I dreaming?
Shortish inconsequential bar women
With hollow and shallow assignment gadgets
Too sun burnt to charm us
Stood in our way
Brandishing air tickets
Without the return coupons.

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